"She nodded. "I normally get what I need from men on the street, but it's been getting cold out lately, so opportunities have been drying up." Winter ...s coming," I agreed."Oh, you like Game of Thrones too?" she asked, smiling, suddenly animated. "Jon Snow is so hot..." Focus," Demie warned."Right. When I saw your friend, in so much pain, I couldn't help myself. And then you..." Tillie looked at me wistfully. "You're so full of energy." He is, at that," Demie said, giving me a wink, "but he's. “You have any massage oil?” “What kind of oil?” “I guess any oil would be okay. Almond oil is best.” “I have some,” she said excitedly and darted past him into the kitchen. Even though her nightie was loose, meant for comfort not provocation, he loved watching the light weight cloth move around her, clinging to her at various points, subtly revealing her shape. He loved the legs, naked all the way to the feet and toes and naked under the nightie. He watched the shadow play of soft white flesh. I wonder how she became so weak. I imagine, like those before her, pure tiredness. She gave up a little, not all at once, a little here, a little there. It became easier to not argue, to not put up a fight. Because when she did, it only brought on more heartache to herself. The child, the woman, she, her… all being me. Sweet Jesus I wonder when I stopped caring. Why did I give up my fight? I wonder why I can’t see the light that is suppose to shine at the end of every tunnel? How did a woman. Harvey, my driver, left the airport and we headed to my unknown destination. Looking at the scenery outside the window, I was amazed at how different and yet beautiful I found this part of the country. About twenty minutes of driving, we turned on to a rural road and five minutes later, pulled into a driveway of a rather nice upscale home. While it was not a mansion, it was quite a bit larger than average with beautiful desert looking landscaping.Bill was standing near the door when the car.