“So you want to do with me what you want to do with her.” Her voice was also oddly calm.My face must have answered for me.“Bobby, this is a lot ...ifferent than just getting turned on by being naughty,” she said, softly.“I know,” I said.She sat there. I had no idea what she was thinking about. Suddenly she spoke.“I saved up my allowance and got something at the triple N.”“Nora’s Naughty Notions?” I asked.“Yes. I think I need to have a lingerie shot in my portfolio, so I got something.”“What is. He told her that she was going to attract a number of men with her good looks.With no hesitation on her part she said, “It’s not men that I want to attract.”That remark told Scott he should keep his mouth shut and if he was going to be lucky to find some female companionship tonight it wasn’t going to be with Carley.In entering the country club Scott could see immediately that this club they had given a temporary membership to Carley catered to the upper-class society of this country. It was. That was the arrangement we had,” he said, raising his voice. “Mom’s never at home anyway, she’s always far too busy for us. I doubt she’d even notice.” My mom, Helen, was a high power business woman and a radical feminist. My birth father, Frank, had walked out on us when I was five years old, and ever since then mom had done this massive transformation. Never again would she rely on a man to see her through life. Whatever they could do, she could. Which was all well and good except now her. For a moment, she rose on her elbows and gazed at her husband. Love and warmth flooded her. As much as she had loved their weekend with Phil and Melinda, it felt good to be home in their own house, their own bed.Giving Jace another kiss while he slept, she slipped from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she turned on the shower. As much as she liked drifting off to sleep after balling, she didn't like waking up the next morning without having had a shower. Dried.