‘Well, I could always get up and make myself a glass of warm milk,’ the short haired redhead thought in reference to her sleeplessness, then disca...ding the voice in her head as that of her mother speaking.Instead, Laurel opted for her personal remedy for insomnia, one which she was sure her mother rarely, if ever, employed. Using her feet to kick off the thin sheet that covered her, she laid both hands across the bare skin above her blue baby doll nightie. With infinite slowness, she began to. Sure, Sheila has a submissive side. So do I. We play roles for fun. It’s not who we are. I think one of the reasons she and Sean mesh so well, is that he is a role player as well. In their world, Sean is the Lord of this Manor and Sheila is his Lady. Ask the staff. She has been here less than a week, but she has already merged into the flow. ‘Sheila was dealt a steaming crock of, uh, manure. She made fertilizer from it and grew a business. Sean, who is no slouch at spotting talent, noticed her. “I’m uh sorry about the other night. I didn’t mean to put you out like that. I mean it. My apologies,” Sarah went on to say. She added “I’m really, really sorry about all of it.” Finally, she quieted down. She even shut Catherine’s door before she started to say another word to her. Then Sarah went on to say something that touched Catherine almost even more “But Catherine what I’d love is if we uhhh could try doing that again.” She paused a moment and then added “Could we huh could we. Time for an emergency floursuckectomy. They taught you about that in medical school, didn’t they, Mike?” she said. “Uh, yeah, all the time,” said Mike, his head spinning from the speed of their leap to lust. And then . . . ———- Karen remembered nothing else. She fell asleep as the train pulled into Stratford, the next stop. The cold of the train’s window felt soothing against her cheek. It was 6:13 a.m. “Please put your coats and cases in the overhead racks,” squawked the conductor over the.