Stepping from the shower I saw there were still no towels. I walked to his room, and knocked on the door. After being allowed in I sat about five fe...t from his bed. My legs folded under me and my eye’s looking to the floor.“You are a quick study niece of mine. I like this.” His voice was full of pride, he walked to his closet and pulled out a long red hot dress, there was a slit in the side that went entirely way too far up. He took it and hung it over the edge of the bed. “Tonight for. The cloying sensuality of her motions and words caused me to make a wide, seriously wicked grin as I watched her pump me. "That's good," I whispered.She looked up, grinning back at me. "Yeah?".I grinned again too, into her eyes. "Yeah. Keep doin' it." Yeah, honey." Ah..." Feel it, baby. Enjoy it..."And once again, her eyes and her words and her voice held me mesmerized. She herself seemed hypnotized by my own spellbound reaction. We fell into unalloyed devilishness, as if demons within us had. She rolled on her side to face him and laid her hand on his chest. “It’s been a week since you last made love to me, Victor,” she complained.“Elizabeth, I’ve been working for two days and nights with no sleep. It’ll have to wait,” he growled.She rolled over on her back with a sigh, expressing her disappointment. This was not the kind of marriage she had envisioned. She married a handsome, dashing, successful, young doctor. She deserved the life-style that encompassed; acceptance in the highest. It was fun to play the game, even if it might be a little ‘naughty’. Two people, far apart, passing notes back and forth like we might have done in school as children. I chuckled as I read his messages. What a pleasure it was to have met. Nothing could happen, could it? Soon it was easy to exchange a little more personal information, something a little more intimate. It was like I knew him, an old friend – so easy, so likeable. Why shouldn’t we talk? Then came the first phone call. I know I.