." I do... I don't know why but I really do." Just don't hurt him. I'm harmless but I'd watch out for George. He's not."John walked back into the kitc...en. "Don't believe a word she says, she's a compulsive liar." And laughed again as she once again stuck her tongue out at him."Those aren't lies Mr. John they are creative fabrications if you ask me." what ya fixing Miranda?" Veal. Marsala... with noodles and broccoli" I really hate to admit it but she does fix a nice marsala. Do we have a couple. ”She sat thinking for a minute, I watched he blue eyes as they glanced out of the window then back at me and she pulled her shirt up over her head and lay back against me, again allowing my hand to fondle her breast. Which I obligingly did, wondering at the feel of my sisters bare breast in my hand for the first time.Her hands began to trace over my jeans, and across my crotch. I began to move my hand further, tracing around the base of her breast and then up to her neck, paying attention to. He looked at me like I was a peasant and explained that high class resorts have beauty salons to keep their female guests looking their best at all times. He said he would set it up for me, and to shower and return by six, wearing casual clothes and bringing the ones I planned to wear for dinner. When I said I thought they would not want a man in their salon, he laughed and said it was not a problem.Intrigued by the idea, I agreed and hurried back to my room. By 5:30 I was showered and dressed. He was a victim of abuse at the hands of his father. That sick bastard had done horrors to him too sick and too disturbing to discuss in detail. All I could say was that no child should have lived through what Jay lived through for ten years of his life. “I’m sick in the head, Maya.” “You’re not.” He twisted his body and met my eyes. Those burning coals were no longer glowing. I shifted myself onto his lap and sat astride, facing him. Everything about Jay was dominantly sexual. I snaked my arms.