’ As Cecelia spoke Lydia became aware of an unoccupied hand reaching beneath the covers where Cecelia allowed it to linger. ‘Cecelia,’ her maide... companion, overwhelmed by a bombardment of images whispered, ‘why….what is it that occupies your touch this way?’ ‘William is the cause of my need. William is the counselor of my hand and my touch,’ she whispered desperately ,’ pleasure I must have in his absence. Please do not judge me dear sister.’ ‘…..Cecelia.’ Lydia’s voice was barely audible. ‘Do. Soon it was my turn, so after the other person left, Jo locked the door and went around shutting the blinds so no one else came in."Your looking a bit scruffy today." Jo teased. "Do you want me to give your hair a wash and give you a shave too?" Could do if you have time, I thought you would want to get going." "Its not a problem," she said getting some shampoo out ready."Its getting hot in here isn't it?" I said."Well take your top off then, I will join you if you do."Jo smiled with a strange. It looked a little like a dog’s collar, but it was more delicate. I accepted the I took gift and tipped it back. The bubbles tickled my nose and I burped and covered my mouth. She laughed, too and smiled. “Would you like to join us?” she asked, but she had her arm wrapped around my back and was leading me to a booth where her companion stood, watching our approach. He was tall and stood with a casual, youthful air. He had intense brown eyes, a high forehead and rich full lips. He was. Is Bob in some kind of trouble?" she asked,trying to project friendly concern.Rollins shook his head. "No. We're just concerned for his safety. There'sbeen a missing persons report filed on him and I'm just checking up isall." Oh? Who filed the report?" Sorry, I'm not allowed to say." Well... What happens if... if you don't find Bob?" she asked nervously."He'll turn up. They usually do." The cop stood to leave. He paused,acting like Peter Falk in Colombo with his ?one more thing' routine..