Elegant as ever, Flick stood in the doorway between Rowan’s reception area and Flick’s own office and said, “I’ve told you two. Millerton, le...ve my secretary alone. Rowan, wipe that leer off your face and find a bottle of bubbles for me. Three glasses as long as you sit at least six feet away from Millerton.” She turned and knew I’d be on her heels.“To what do I owe the summons and bubbles?”“To success, Faye. I, who have worked tirelessly on your behalf while you’ve been getting soused. At the far end, I saw a broken sign that said, ”Salon Bella Mujer.” It had the address from Mistress Nancy’s text.My mind raced. Did I really want to go through with this? What was I getting myself into? Then rationality started to come back. I knew Mistress Nancy would not have anything done to me that that would make me look any different come tomorrow. Maybe she really would only have me get my normal haircut here. It might not be a place that I would choose myself, but I really did. I was a born fantasist, and knew the value of my body and good looks, what girl doesn't. I had a fab body and long shapely legs, a cute bubble ass, and tip tilted breasts my husband played with.We fantasized about my teasing and encouraging strange men, I would give the come-on to, before disappearing to the back alley outside, or holding it until we got into bed and fucking our brains out.That day I dressed in lingerie that would have left no man in doubt as to why I was dressed as such, but. ." he paused, his arms tightening almost painfully.She held on as well, drawing strength from him. As the night grew dark around them and the night insects began to buzz, she felt a well of fear, almost like a premonition of danger to come, that set her soul to tremble."You stay close," he said. "Stay within sight of Graeme or myself, if we should both fall..." No, I shan't think that way, Balor. You won't fall, I won't allow it." She linked her arms around his neck and pulled him down for one.