“Hey baby what’s up?” She heard Robert on the other end of the phone.Elaina gathered her things while asking “ What time do you think you will...be home tonight so I can start on dinner?”She heard a long pause and a female voice in the background. Finally he said. “ Don’t worry about making dinner for me. I gotta go meet some clients for dinner. I will probably be home late. Maybe 11:30.” Then he quickly said goodbye and hung up“What a fucking liar!” Elaina thought to herself as she walked out of. Funny how I never thought about it before in all the rehearsals where we just acted at the sex. Somehow I knew that we were not going to be acting anymore after tonight. I knew that I wanted to do it again with John, but knowing men needed recovery time I knew that I would have to wait. John was on his back and I was to be turned on to my side facing him. Just as the curtain went up, John found my hand under the covers and placed it on himself. When my fingers touched him, he said, “I don’t. "I don't do this. I've never allowed my desires to effect my work. But, I really need this today. Stan, just let me. OK, please?" Emily asked."OK." Is all I could think to say.Emily planted her lips on mine. I saw her open mouth descending and her tongue peeking out. I opened my mouth as well. She sucked me into her mouth. She gave a 'unphh' as she slipped her tongue across my lips, playing a sexy tongue dance. Emily then kneeled again."I knew you'd be a good kisser. I could tell from the way. "Mary, have you got those letters that Janet wrote to you before she died? I think it may change Beverly's mind."Tears flowed down my stepmother?s cheeks as she rooted through her bag and produced a grubby little parcel of careworn letters tied up with a stained and ragged ribbon. As my father untied the ribbon, a locket of hair fell from between the letters and he pushed it across the table to me."That is your mother?s hair. She gave it to Mary on her deathbed and made Mary swear to look after.