”She laughed. “Yeah, but how about fifty?”“Or fifty, either. Loneliness, and the need for the touch of another person? Come on! Those are univ...rsals. They don’t ever really go away. I’ve lived enough to know that much.”She smiled broadly. “I like you, Randy Sinclair. You’re very comforting — and comfortable — to talk to. Maybe you ought to consider a career in psychotherapy.”“All of us — no matter our age — are going to have bouts with loneliness,” I told her. “I felt it acutely sometimes while. ‘Read the message from right there Mr. Stevens. I know you are privy to its contents, which means the two guards are too.’ He nodded and slid his thumb under the wax seal and opened the letter. ‘To: Tre Lloyd, Mage of the Order of Hecate. From: Lady Freyja, Duchess of Memphis.’ I chuckled hearing her title, not having thought Memphis rated anything above a baron, a count at the very most. He waited until I quit chuckling to continue. ‘It has come to my attention that you were with my precious. It would be a very fitful and restless night of sleep forTom. He had no idea that his nightmare was just truly beginning.Tom woke up several times due to his disturbing dreams; all of whichsurrounded his being in the control of Princess Dee. Tom was emotionallyvery confused; as though he considered them to be nightmares more thanpleasant dreams he found that he was with an erection every time he woke.Was he enjoying this? Surely not! Not even on some baser level. Could he?Again, he always told. . and know that she was his.His gaze returned to his wife. Stacy was looking out across the sand and surf. He had to smile at her obvious enthusiasm. She had one hand on top of her big floppy sun-hat and held her other up and forward in a sort of unconscious "oh goody" gesture. Standing beside her, he could see her eyes glinting behind her sunglasses. She had a grin on her face that made her look about eight years old.Stacy was usually such a calm and serious sort of person. It was so rare that.