“Your hair, too,” said Hecate, and Thompson lathered his hair, then washed out the soap. At her direction he emerged from the bath, and she handed...him a towel, telling him to dry his hair. As he did so, she used another towel to dry his body, and at her touch, his penis quickly hardened.After Hecate finished drying him, she had him sit down on a marble bench. He was grateful for the cool temperature of the seat, and even more grateful when Hecate’s head suddenly descended, her mouth opening. 9 million a year for the next thirty years. Not bad huh? But then when I got back to Texas, I checked my power ball numbers and I won another 60 million as the sole winner there. I settled for the whole 31 million in a cash payoff. But with the Federal taxes taking a huge chunk of that, I ended up with only a little over $23 million in real income. Because I had paid all of my federal taxes on the money it was now tax free, except for the interest or gains I made on my principal. I gave about. ”“No. Storage is good.”“Hmm. Don’t forget to look at the view. It’s a feature of this apartment.”“View?” Moving to the sash window, Ruth held aside the nets. “A garden,” she exclaimed. “I didn’t expect that.”“It’s private.” A key was held aloft. “This lets you in.”“Wow!” Gazing out, Ruth imagined lazy mornings standing in her quiet apartment with the window flung wide to let in the sun. She’d sip fresh ground coffee while watching over her piece of Eden, right in the heart of London. Her mind. She would often get up from her desk and fast-walk to the bathroom and sob, come back red-eyed and call Joel, who never answered. She left pathetic message after pathetic message for him at his workplace, on his cell and at his mother’s house. Then she got served. A lawsuit processor walked up to her desk one day with the divorce petition and she was so distraught she left work early and screamed and shook tears off her nose in the parking garage. She tried to find Ace but he was nowhere to be.