It’s only natural. See, being in the tub was kind of okay because it’s like washing. But walking around – she should have put a robe on or somet...ing.Of course, Faith had been putting on a big act for most of the day. I wondered how much of this was performance. Probably all of it.Faith must have heard what I was thinking because she spread her arms wide and did a big over-the-top bow to all of us. Then she walked down the steps and back into the tub. It was a bit of a relief when the bottom. Like the man said, I'm no psychologist."Hey Jen," I said after I got past the receptionist. "Why would Cheryl have been moved to country lockup from the state prison for a few days a couple of years ago." It would have had to have been to get her before a local judge. Maybe some kind of appeal it wouldn't be normal, but it isn't unheard of. It could also have been to testify in a local case as a jail house snitch. That again is unlikely, but possible," she said."I'll see what I can do with. After about five more minutes during which I went through a couple more cycles of tease and denial, I heard the handle turning and I turned my head to see my gorgeous goddess standing at the door smiling at me. She was wearing a purple satin night gown that made me crazy with desire. Even after almost a year of being with her, the sight of her still filled me with lust and longing desire. Maybe the fact that I had not had an orgasm in six months was also a reason.I looked at her with pleading. So, instead of going out and meeting someone, I thought I’d try hiring a prostitute. I’d never done it before. And, to be honest, I didn’t even know how. You can’t just look them up in the yellow pages. And I didn’t trust the ads I saw in the free paper. So I decided to call my friend, Steve. Steve not only could hire a prostitute, he even had his own girlfriend. He was pretty well-versed in the lady territory. He was the one who explained to me what a happy ending was. I thought it was the.