’ She raised an eyebrow at me as she twisted around, the first slivers of dawn slicing across her face, an insult, a reminder that soon I would have...to leave this bed and the woman in it for the slow grind of real life. I sighed heavily, switching positions so that I could lay against her chest, her soft woman-ness against me. ‘All part of the service.’ I kissed her belly, worked my way downward. ‘Would you like me to?’ ‘I’m touched you’d ask.’ She said, her hand running though my hair,. M. and I was hungry, but I only picked at the food, letting my attention be drawn to the girls. They had moved farther away from us to the shallow end of the pool. Wanda was leaning back, encouraging Marsha to devour her tits."It's bad manners to invade others' privacy," Patti said in a suggestive tone."I'm watching to make sure they don't drown" I said, defensively. "They were drunk when they got here." Does it look like they're in danger of drowning?" Patti asked.The shallow end of the pool. I wasn't sure yet where she was going with any of this, so I was admittedly on my guard."I've never trusted any man enough to be alone on his bed with him," she said smiling shyly."Well, you know you're safe with me Lisa. What would you like to talk about?" I was making no assumptions as to her motivations. The last thing I wanted or needed to do was "scare her off." I needed to nurture the building trust."Oh, I know I'm safe with you Tom, but I guess to be honest, I'm wondering just how safe I. This notion reminded me that it hadn't been such a good year for everybody. Our nanny, Marta Rivera, had been deported in August. The INS had caught up with her and sent her back to Peru. Thankfully, they had taken her into custody at her at her own apartment, and she had categorically refused to discuss who had been employing her, so my wife and I had completely dodged any legal difficulties or fines.Marta had known they were closing in. That is why she had approached us, asking for our.