..I'm hungry." She rose from the chaise and began to circle me. My plans obviously meant nothing to her as she continued to stalk me. Grabbing the bod... oil from my dresser, I dropped the towel, gracefully sat on the edge of our four poster bed, and poured oil on my legs. "You wanna..." I stared deeply into her big brown eyes, my inquiry obviously fueled her need. Angie didn't speak and I did the only thing I could...I handed her the oil and fell back on the bed. Angie's hands were soft and warm. And by lunchtime tofollowing day I decided I would try anything. I found myself in thefile room at work with my back against the door, shaking like a leaf. Ibarely had the energy to tell Rochelle at reception that I would be outfor an hour.I went to the ladies' section at V&J the Department Store nearby, anddecided to ask for help. "Something for my wife", I lied. I am notmarried, and my last relationship had ended months ago."Does she like lace? Or perhaps floral patterns?" Something. She joined us at the gun club Saturday’s at least once a month, but not Lydia. I gave her a gun, but it wasn’t loaded. Nor did I give her any loaded spare magazines. Everyone was much safer that way!For the personal protection of the prince, at least once of the knights needed to come along, and by default it was the warrior maiden, Gerta, who was the only one of the bunch lithe and flexible enough to climb on top of the gun sack in the back seat floorboard and (mostly) avoid our feet. She’d. She wanted her hair aslong as possible and it had seemed like forever to get it to its currentlength.With only two stylists at the ready, Sally and Anne went first,especially as they wanted their hair colouring too.Sandra and Jessica sat down and watched. Jessica was not looking atease."What's up sis?" asked Sandra."They're gonna cut my hair!" she muttered."It will be alright. Mommy trimmed my ends from time to time, or so shesays. Something about spilt ends?" Split ends!" said Anne from her.