" She sighed. "I wish my folks could have met you guys. They'd have been shocked by our arrangement, but I know they would have liked you." Well, I kn...w our Dad is going to love you two. You're very loveable."All three of them wiggled happily and I felt lips kissing my chest from all sides. I was in heaven."Ike?" Lilly whispered."Hmmm?" Who wrote that poem... the one you recited when..." I could feel her face heating up against my shoulder.I turned my head and kissed the top of her head.. Her left shoe got stuck in the mud and as she tried to bend down to retrieve it she stumbled and she could feel the mud squelch onto her knee and splatter against her skirt. Could anything worse happen, she thought?The two men walked towards the cottage without a word, so Annie hurriedly got up and followed them. Once the door was opened a large and very warm farmhouse kitchen greeted her and she was so grateful to see an old woman sitting in a chair near the fire. “What you got there, Jack”. “That makes me think you do.” “Let’s find a bed then.” Saskia did a nasty grin that I found oddly arousing, as if she had a cruel side that might suggest a bit of an exciting time. “Rosalind will be disappointed.” “Is that why you want to?” “Partly.” She led me down the hallway and into a bedroom. “This is mine for the night,” she said as she closed the door. Her arm went behind my neck and she pulled me to her, kissing me hard. She was predatory, urgent and thrust her hips against me. It took. She had been a wide-eyed teenager full of youth and promise when she had first stepped off the Greyhound bus in Hollywood for stardom. She turned her nose contemptuously at the pimps trying to get their new ‘ho’ out of her and made her way to the San Fernando Valley. Working hard as a waitress and taking acting classes — she had been discovered. Now at 25 years old, Belle Rousseau was the hot young thing in Hollywood. Her pictures were splashed across magazine ads and billboards selling.