Angela and Millie saw me off, consoled with my promise that I would be back soon. Millie's kisses the evening before I left had more passion in them a...d to tell the truth I was starting to think that we had something together, something more than friendship.My return to the business was at the most hectic time of year for us. For some reason the run up to Christmas was always busy and filling the orders was a problem. Much of our product was made with specialist handwork, and skilled. "But thanks to John, I'm safe and healing." Hmmm... does he heal with the laying of the hands?" Tamara said teasingly."Hands maybe, but I haven't had the pleasure of the laying part," Trish shot back."Ladies, please," I said. "I care about both of you, let's not get any female testosterone going here."Almost in unison they said, "We're just teasing you." Good, because we need to talk business while we three are together and have no other distractions," I said.We got Tamara's stuff put away in. Branch was my mentor, the one sister who kept her emotions in check and guided me. I trusted them all but she above all I put all of my trust in, unfailing.As we stood outside the house talking about my deity invoked powers I asked her, “If I need to roll the garbage can down the hill to the road for garbage day tomorrow all I have to do is think about that and it will be done?” “Try it and see what happens, “said Siza. She had a gleam in her eye making me leery but, “I’m thinking it.”Nothing. He’s your boyfriend, love. And the answer is still ‘no.’ You and your boyfriend aren’t going.”“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my… kinky lover. And this is right up our street. It’s what we do. It’s what I want to do!” She turned to me. “Tell her.”I nervously looked at Clifford and Rebecca, watching me for a sign of weakness. “I… umm… well, she’s not my girlfriend. We just… ummm…”“Hey, we’ll talk about it in the morning,” her father suggested. “When everyone is sober and a bit calmer.”They didn’t.