Was it daytime? Or was it night? I had lost track hours and hours and hours ago. For moments I sat there as my face was soaked. I no longer felt the ...old of it, only a blessed numbness. I turned my face slowly away and opened my eyes. Around the room lay remnants of my life, things that had meant something to me once, things that lay as dead and lifeless as I felt. My flute lay on the floor, sheet music scattered all around. The memories haunted me. Images of my playing, my total surrender to. Lord... getting to be just a little bit on the horny side, wasn't she? Jean reprimanded herself lightly, not at all ashamed of her desire for her virile young husband. In fact, she was secretly pleased with the erotic passion he could arouse in her with a simple kiss, or his gentle hand touching her breast or thigh, being that her sheltering parents had almost had her believing that sex was the basest of animal instincts and no religious girl indulged. God, how wrong they were... !She entered. ”On the other end, Grace giggled softly. “I’ll need to talk to my boyfriend about this,” she said, the now-familiar uncertainty tainting her words. “He doesn’t finish work until late. Do you mind if we call you back tonight after ten?”“Ten is fine.”“We’ll speak then,” she said, quickly ending the call.I looked at the old clock on the wall. Ten was still several hours away. I needed something to do, something to distract me. I didn’t want to be sitting here waiting for the phone call, counting. I guess it was a mark of how worried I was to not try to imagine the sight. It was enough to know that she had wanted to. Again, it was my Charm at work.As I got up and turned toward the door, Nadia came out of the bathroom in two towels. One wrapped around her head to keep her thick wet hair from dripping all over the place and another around her hips. She wasn't trying to cover her breasts at all. Just like the others, she knew it was my greatest weakness. When I saw her eyes, she held that.