Another finger joins in, and they move deeper; your body craves more; your emotions take you higher.The glow from the light of the fireplace flickers,...and shadows dance on the wall. The music plays softly from the stereo. The sound of my fingers in your body hypnotizes me. Like a love movie, we stay in soft focus, just enough light to allow an audience to see us, but not in an obscene way.You splay your legs open broader, in a clear attempt to give yourself to me intentionally, wantonly. I pull. And I would have to clean up my act. I was still in my overseas hippie mode: blue jeans and flowery wrap-around skirts, meshy blouses, sneakers and sandals, no noticeable makeup, and my long, graying hair hanging over my shoulders. I liked the way I looked. My slender, nearly curveless body was an asset in middle age when gravity brings better-endowed women down to earth. I wasn't ready for a mainstream nine-to-five job. I would cast my net for something more interesting and if worse came to. ?Jeff spoke up. ?I will go to the tryout if we talk about the agreementbeforehand.?Before Alistair could agree with the reasonable request, he found outfrom his Pookie he was going to have to. ?That is a great idea, Jeff;us three will talk about it.?Anne said, ?Don?t expect me to witness Jeff belittling who I am.?Lawrence was as happy with his sister not listening to him as a ferretused in ferret-legging. ?Anne, no one is expecting you to be supportiveof something you don?t understand.?Mere. Not a word of this is ever to be spoken.’ Faced with her Lady’s stern expression Lydia trembled with apprehension while swearing her lips would be forever sealed. An iron knocker a door opened inward for their entrance to Lady Yvette’s white-walled high beamed bedchamber where Yvette and her handmaiden waited. A flickering glow from the hearth and candles lit the room. Cecelia turned to Yvettes preparations for them as Lydia shrank away as one who hides from discovery. A corner of the.