Why would Michael say that? I remembered that it was from my dream when Maggie went off with a black guy on holiday. Michael wasn’t prodding me. He ...ouldn’t have known. I felt I was going a little crazy. Maybe it was a feeling I had been to this place before. I felt I could smell Maggie’s presence.“Can I see the bedroom?”“Do you have to?”“I want to see the bed where you had sex with my wife.”Lisa came over. I had almost forgotten she was there. Her voice was smooth and calming.“Paul, can I ask. Another layer of soft silk trapping him only added to the discomfort inhis crotch. The slip softened his now feminine frame. Meanwhile,Michelle brought over a silicone half mask with a mass of hair attached.She reached around him and pulled the mask down over his head. It camedown to his chin and around his jaw. It ended just under his jawline.The mask had adhesive in strategic patches on the inside. Michellepressed down on it from the outside. Then she had him sit down at thevanity and brushed. It had been opened just before thelast war by a Jewish family fleeing the continent. In the 50s it hadestablished itself as a hang out for artists, writers, actors and otherSoho bums. In more recent times its third generation of owners hadcashed in on its notoriety to draw in the big money.Wilf pointed to a black and white photo of Francis Bacon sitting in thebar area, "It's been a long time since any artist has been able toafford this place. At least not one of the good ones."Jack laughed, she. “Thank you, you’re sweet.” Alisha replied, a feeling growing inside her.“Look, I know your hubby doesn’t treat you the way he should. You have so much to offer, but he holds you back. Almost like a prisoner in your home.”Alisha stood and made her way to the sink, trying to fight the new things she was feeling. She was speechless, but her soft smile told Buphen that he was right. As she rinsed a glass, she felt two strong hands on her shoulders, massaging them slightly. Alisha instinctively.