In her bare feet she ran her hands back through her hair once and then reached behind her to pull down the zipper of her top. She finally found the zi...per and pulled it to the base of the shirt then she reached up and pulled it over her head. Underneath she wore a black lace bra. She played with one of the straps and watched him with a smile as she did so, but she did not remove the bra. Next, however her dainty little hands moved down to the tight fitting leather mini skirt. This was the. Also, healed, courtesy of Xi, healer and herbalist. Except almost all of her business was with the locals, since there was no sign to demark her healers squat from any other denizen or predators domain unless the blood drench stained linen from her psychic surgery was hanging to dry from the balcony. A stranger to the shanty-town wouldn’t be able to tell her blood-crossed banner from a kill shop’s or a torturer’s den.Ever since Xi had been a little girl growing up on the farm, running Summers. It was like a little Swiss alpine town, except it was in the middle of Washington. I got a crash course in driving two lane mountain highways and it was good to know I could manage it without getting myself or anyone else in danger.On the July 4th weekend, I headed out for Portland. There was a blues festival I wanted to see, so I took advantage of the early start and hit the I-84 and pushed the Airstream all the way to the big city. I was getting more and more comfortable driving that machine.. .. Why was he black? Or, why did they want a white girl for my role? An interracial condom commercial?He smiled at my reflection just before pulling his t-shirt over his head. I stared at his ripped body. I mean, the guy looked like he'd been chiseled out of stone. Curt knew it, too. He liked showing off and wasn't even a little shy. When he took off his pants, he took off everything, pushing his underwear down his muscular thighs at the same time. I probably looked pretty stupid staring at his.