Returning to Emily's blanket the Haitian voodoo man took great care in arranging the paraphernalia of his trade, muttering in some ancient tribal lang...age under his breath as he worked with great care.Satisfied with his preparations the Haitian voodoo Man turn his attentions back to Emily laying naked in the sun. From his kit he retrieved a strange oil of his own concoction and with generous amounts poured on his palms as he prepared Emily's sex for the coming ritual.The voodoo Man's mutterings. Maybe I should try that. Jenn is not your sister. She just a really hot girl, who happens to live here in the next room, and likes to tease you. Perhaps a little quid pro quo is in order?Jacqui would probably never change her attitude, so she could be my sister, but Jenn had shown that she'd rather be flirty than sisterly. Yes, I would flirt back, but not while Jacqui was around. May as well not add to her bad attitude.***As it happens, I got my opportunity later that afternoon. I reached the. Julie came down to let us in, her hair still wet from the shower; and for Hamish's benefit, she did her famous impression of the desert traveller dying of thirst, until we gave her the milk to carry upstairs."Thank god for that! You know I can't operate as a human being until after my second cup of tea in the morning. You've been an age! Were you milking the cow? Did you have to catch it first?"The shutters had been opened and the quilts in front of the fire tidied up and folded over an easy. Had I been a less lucky woman than I was at that moment, I could have lived a whole lifetime without moments like this. And even if we had to sneak our love in stolen moments like this, it was far better than never having experienced Eric at all. But the very fact that all we had, all we would ever have, was these stolen moments, would (sooner than I could ever have expected or predicted), lead to me having to deliberately wreck all of the lust, all of the trust and respect, that we had. But.