The ten minute journey drug out forever. She hadn’t seen Duncan since that last view in her rearview mirror as she turned the corner out of Ritzvil...e. He had looked so beautiful, so strong brave and wise, so lonely. It was a wonder she hadn’t turned around and gone back before he was even out of sight! Even more a wonder was she hadn’t wrecked the car the way her eyes were glued on the rearview mirror. She had promised herself not to allow Duncan’s presence to fluster her. That promise was. He was smiling in a more relaxed way than she remembered before, an over the edge darker aura. "Me and the boy were running around together in your neighbourhood tonight. Oh, where do we begin?" He smirks confidently in the emerging light like a cat that just swallowed a canary. "Anyway, this Scorpio rascal we both know, my boyfriend must be dying to chat astrology and catch up on what's happening with you." "It's you!??" Joan Davies gasped in surprise, looking harder at her. But she still wanted me.“Yeah. Don’t you want to?”“Uh, sure. If you want me to.”“I do.”So here I was about to participate in my first relief assist. Second really, but the first didn’t count, did it? Anyway, I was a little more prepared for it this time and tried to do better today. Hmmm. What to do? I had to use a little imagination. After only a few seconds thought I knew what I was going to do.I really wanted to start at her feet and work my way up but her legs were way too long and we. “You don’t need to turn around just yet. I’d like to make sure that you’ve followed my instructions.” I think you recognized my voice from our calls. It seemed to bring a measure of relief. Until you felt my hand on the back of your leg. Until you realized what making sure you’d followed my instructions meant. You froze at my touch, your breath catching as without fanfare I ran my open hand up the back of your stockinged thigh, past the welt onto bare skin, then let it linger, cupping one of.