Ridiculous or not, I began to feel a swelling in my jeans which took over my thoughts and made me stare ever more intently at her. I tried to casuall... rub my bulging crotch, hiding the fact that I really wanted to whip it out and start stroking. At first, I thought it was just my dirty imagination, but I slowly began to notice that her breathing was getting heavier, and the motion in her lap more pronounced. She even slowly spread her legs, pressing one against mine. Was she really. It was like something directed from above.Sam replied to Resha’s bow with a perfect namaste, then she opened her blouse and called attention to her own tats, including a lion and the hands of a dancer. These are symbols of the Hindu goddess Parvati, who Resha knew as the one to share Shiva’s house as wife and lover.Resha’s eyes lit up in pure wonder and delight. A woman, with those specific tats, in an office at her “fortress of white male privilege” workplace? In her wildest dreams Resha could. It has great skiing and is far enough from home to not be a big risk of being caught. The mountain in mid week is almost empty but it kicks ass for snowboarding! Bill was 48 years old, divorced, and had moved up there to work on the mountain. He had a place right in the middle of where most people lived. After a day of boarding and being wet and sore, I wanted to relax and his place sounded like just what I wanted. Bill and I chatted for over a month exchanging stories and talking about what we. Walled estate. Arabian horse farm. Loveable misfits. Sounds like my kind of place so far."Is there a Mrs. David Stanley?" Danny asked."Yes, Nora. You'll meet her this evening. Right now, she's at work. She's a special agent with the FBI. David's sister, Darla, also lives in the compound in her own home with her son, George. She's divorced."Curiouser and curiouser, Danny thought.David left his body and connected with Flint. He nearly gasped out loud when he first saw Dr. Danielle Yost in the.