.. “Listen, I hope you don’t mind, but we have a house guest right now. She’s another dancer who is auditioning for the company. She’s a littl... tight on cash right now, so we offered to let her stay with us for a few weeks. You’ll like her, she’s just your type!”I said, “Just my type, huh? And what, exactly, is my type according to you?” Melinda and Amanda were dancers with the PNB, Pacific Northwest Ballet, which explained their often crazy schedules. For weeks at a time they would be in. I want to get down to a size eight and she’s aiming for a size ten. Isn’t that wonderful?”“I guess so…” I mumbled.She continued, “It’s a specially designed plan – mainly vegan I think you’ll appreciate it – you certainly need to lose weight, Peter!”I looked shocked. “What, you mean Caroline is expecting me to eat the same stuff as her?"“I know you like her new look, Peter. Isn’t it nice to have a desirable wife again? Yes, you’ll have to ‘suffer’ with her – but, no pain no gain!”“Yes, I suppose. And that's why I'm here."My mind races. Janette's wearing a simple black tank top and loose cut-off jean shorts. Frankly I never noticed before (newly wed and true love and all that jazz), but she's kind of hot. Her skin is light but sunkissed, and she has delightful freckles across her cheeks and shoulders. Her hair is curly and wild and brown, which I take note of right before getting caught in her bright hazel eyes."I'm here to seduce you." I start to laugh, but Janette appears to be. I dipped the scrubber and painted the first layer on Preethi’s shoulder. She yelped at the heat touching her naked skin. I continued to apply more and more of the mixture to her body until she was drenched in it. Ashwini came back with the camera and promptly started filming Preethi. I applied more of the liquid. It was now dripping to the grass below. I gently pushed Preethi onto the clothes-washing stone. She screamed in the heat. ?It’s too hot? she said. I ignored it to the dismay of the.