Thejourney from Soho to park lane did not take long, when they arrived the limopulled up and the night doormen came scuttling over. "Any bags Ma'am?" ...e askedin that quaint English accent. Terry pointed to the trunk whilst looking tothe chauffer, Terry asked her to return at midday tomorrow; the chauffer offeredher the car phone number in case she needed anything, stressing the anything.The doorman followed the ladies to the front desk carrying the bags from thesex shop, if only he new what. I walked over to the kitchen, filled the kettle, and put it on the stove.“Coffee?”“Maybe tea?” Kate countered.“Sure.” I pulled together the fixings for a pot of strong English tea, and then stood silently at the stove, staring vacantly at the kettle, waiting for it to whistle.“It won’t boil while you watch it, you know,” Kate said quietly from right behind me. I turned to find her standing only two feet away, looking at me almost anxiously. I hated seeing her this way. My heart cracked, and. There was something about this young woman that piqued Sara's taste buds, she had that air of the victim about her. Like a doe before the hunter, the rabbit frozen in the headlight of an approaching car. 'No' Sara thought to herself dismissing the inaccurate similes and smiled as She knew exactly how She would feast that night.Sara let the girl know that She liked her interest and savoured the blush as it rose to tint the blonde's cheek even as the girl missed her footing slightly in her too. I live in the mystic city of New Orleans home of voodoo. For those of you not from New Orleans let me explain voodoo. It lives in this city like a fog, it creeps around, and up until yesterday I wasn't sure of its powers.Let me give you my situation. I am 27 years old and married. Donna is an attractive Creole woman. Dark hair to her shoulders bountiful bottom and nice round breast, yum.I on the other hand am slim. That is rare for a man living in a city with so much to eat. I was of average.