It returned, licked lightly at her lip again, then teased her upper lip. She held still, barely breathing. His lips pressed hers more firmly, insisted... begged her to kiss him, but still she held back. He ran his tongue over her teeth, put his thumb at the corner of her jaw and pressed, and when her teeth separated, ran his tongue into her mouth. And now she kissed him back.The fire was warm and so were they. He raised her up and pulled the sweater up over her head. She shook her hair, reached. “C..can I touch it?” he stammered timidly.“Chrissie!” his mother admonished quickly. “You can’t ask Miss Devin something like that!”Daniela laughed. “It’s alright Jackie.” she reassured her. “Of course Chrissie can touch my hair.” Chrissie reached out to stroke Daniela’s hair shyly. He stroked it gently; almost lovingly quite plainly enraptured by its long silky texture. There was almost a sense of yearning in his fascination. “Do you like my hair Chrissie?” Daniela asked the question gently. ”“Now, now, please calm down dear. You know it does no good to get all upset at Cliff. You know he gets his way, so you might as well go ahead and do as he asks. Like I've told you many times before, it's not like I'm in favor of the way he treats either one of us, but it's just the way things have turned out. We can do without the money for the time being.” Spoke my wife in a tone of voice meant to console and sooth my ruffled emotions.I hated it, but I knew she was right.I guess before I. An hour after her bath, she felt better. Sitting in the same chair again, she poured herself a glass of champagne from the bottle in the ice bucket that she had ordered to be brought up before their arrival. She raised her glass. "To a wonderful life alone." She gulped the whole glass. Fruity. Bubbles tickled her nose, and she giggled then at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. She was better off anyway. Now she could be free to pursue more interests, and have a good time. As she was pouring.