‘Oh, Sam, please come in. I’m sorry to ask you to do this, but the masseuse they have here just doesn’t do it for me. My back is so painful, I r...ally need a deep relaxing massage. Can you do that for me sweetie? Now where would you like me? I confirmed to her that I was up for the job and could help her so I suggested she lay face down on the big double bed. As she did so I asked her to take down the top half of her night dress. I noticed that not only did she do that but also hoiked up the. She drank another shot of Scotch to give her courage; put on the panties and bra Julia suggested. They were sheer and she wanted to wear them the night of Dave's homecoming--but now it would not be possible. Over these, she put on a thin clinging white silk cocktail dress that accentuated the tan she had been cultivating at the lake these past two weeks.She took a last look at herself in the mirror and a last shot of Scotch. The sun had bleached her hair a more golden color then it had been in. "No, he came from afar ... Ah, there you are."Glysse' came silently through the entrance to the hut, followed by one of the villagers. Ranulf noted with interest that while the man was no taller than his fellows, he seemed solider, more muscular and self-assured. No youngster, Barr Del was rapidly approaching middle age."You wished to speak with me, old man?" He eyed the strangers with evident suspicion."You..." Gromlech fought down his anger, assuming a calmness he was far from feeling. "What. Sport jackets and underwear mingled with battered paperback novels, bars of hand soap, and creased snapshots of a middle-aged couple embracing a gangling adolescent.Ben could barely contain his excitement. He had arrived in Manhattan all of three hours ago, and already he felt he belonged. Even the luggage tag proclaimed him an official inhabitant of the city: "Benjamin Davis Carper, New York, NY."He had plans. Big plans.Just think of all the lonely women out there in the Big Town. Women who.