One moment I was opening the fridge, the next I was racing to my room, trying desperately to flee faster than the speed of sound. The speed of light w...uld have been better, but even so I couldn't outrun the shrieks and streams of giggles. I reached my room and didn't come out until late the following afternoon."What about that priest," I began, overwhelmed by thoughts of towels and trying not to show it. By thoughts of bodies under towels and praying not to show it."Really! Was he from Central. I pretended I did not know what he was referring to, while my mind raced over the situation; multimillion dollar house, foreigners, referral from another client; can’t be cops.“Who referred you to me, exactly?” I asked him.He gave me the name of one of my “special” clients, but even so, there was NO WAY I was going to give his wife such a massage with him in the room; in fact, I was certain that in most cases, the husbands had absolutely no clue what services I provided for their wives.“Please”. The other girl felt immobile, not able to take another step like she wanted to. 'Just another step...' she grimaced before pale eyes locked onto hers.A pale hand untangled itself from the long, dark brown hair as Carly stared uncomfortably. A small devilish grin played her lips before her index covered them, Tori leaning forward. Caramel arms wrapped themselves around Jade's waist, lips pressing themselves against her pale neck.Nodding slowly, Carly got the memo and closed the door, her heart. "Don't think you'd like it much, though." What would they do? Hang me bare assed over a railing and have at it?" Then he became serious, "It still isn't right, you shouldn't have to be doing this. I don't understand why you don't talk to Marge and see if she could help." Because, she's paying my salary and the company insurance is paying the major bills. To her mind that's plenty. Besides, I can't risk pissing her off and having her fire me. Where would we be then?"Marge turned to Bill, "I.