She was shapely and pale, long blonde hair falling in thick waves down her back. Trapped beneath her was a woman more petite in comparison, her tiny c...est pumping sporadically as she tried to control the feelings coursing through her body. ‘Oh, Adira, gods above…’ the small woman moaned, the blonde licking her lips hungrily at the sound of her name. With an air of impatience about her, the blonde bent forward, burying her face between the petite woman’s legs. The little brunette moaned out so. "I think that's why it's so much fun to get you going," she opined."Oh?" I love it when you're rough with me ... demanding ... aggressive. But I think that's because I know you'll be gentle too. I like both." I'm not very patient," admitted Bob."You were last night," she said."Like I said, I knew you were sleeping over."She laughed. "You make it sound like I'm a teenager." You are, compared to me," he said."Oh, pshaw," she said.He grinned at the archaic expression."What?" You said 'pshaw'.. She nodded and went to talk to their leader again. At first she looked horrified but one of the ‘Hungarian’ girls who was listening got excited. At least one of them understood enough English. Then she spoke to the others who clamoured round their leader and Lisa. The expression on the leader’s face was transparent. She couldn’t have said more clearly ‘If you want to, go ahead but…’ Then she and Lisa arranged the details. So we had another rehearsal. Just us Silverbridge girls and the. He didn't recall ever seeing her before. He reasoned she had been hired during his absence."I would like to see Miss Grace Wheaters please," he almost begged the girl. He saw a look of compassion in her eyes."I don't know if she will receive anyone. She seldom has company. Who should I tell her that's calling?" Frank Maloue." Step inside and I'll see if she will receive you."He stood at the door and waited. Ten minutes went by before the maid appeared again. She had a bright smile on her.