“No,” He smirked. “I do that when I need a break,” He continued, bringing a cigarette to his lips to light it. “Is that so?” I asked. “I...suppose next you’re going to tell me that you don’t smoke either.” Dr. Mark laughed at my slightly smart ass comment. “I like you Miss James,” He said. “You are very witty.” “I try,” I smirked and then looked at my watch. “You seem busy, will you have time for my cleaning today?” “Of course,” He laughed and then threw his cigarette down. “Follow me.” I. I listened. Drifting up from pool level beneath me, I was sure I could here voices above the gently lapping water and the distant hum of the heating machinery below floor level. Without warning my heart started to race. I could feel the blood thumping in my temples. It rapidly became so intense that it seemed to me as if the noise might actually be audible outside my head. I tried to calm myself. Perhaps I was mistaken? I pulled the door open a few inches more, the heated, chlorine-tinged air. . decent drink. I’d love a ‘32. Thanks.”A stemmed crystal goblet brim-full of a bubbly light pink beverage appeared on the table.“No gulping,” said the ceiling. “How about you, Dave?”“Underage ... damnit.” I replied.“Not on Crossroads,” he giggled.“Wait ... Timma?” I asked Val.“Timma Anthropologist.”“That kid?”“I’m Forty ... remember,” she said. “Timma has several monographs published. She’s famous ... and just turned nineteen. Seriously ... her rescue was a masterstroke.”“It was a damned. Her body jerked as it was wracked by spasms of pleasureexploding outward from her lower belly. She expelled her breath in a longgroan of physical satisfaction. I mercilessly continued to work thesensitive parts between her clenched thighs, as aftershocks -- each amini-climax in itself -- caused her to catch her breath and moan, catch andmoan, each catch accompanied by a foward jerk of her hips against my hands,and each moan by a gyrating retreat into the luxurious sensation of.