It still has some way yet to go. Therefore, in order to maintain an interest I felt it best to post this part now. Should anyone feel the need for a p...rt 2, feel free to let me know.I hope, given they are little more than a reflection of the thoughts of the slightly, older, more mature woman, this will not deter readers from enjoying the story.As always, I welcome your comments.My name is Maggie, a married 50 year old who I guess you can say, until recently had lead a fairly sheltered life. She tossed a bottle on the ground and smoke began filling the room. It was a flask Nara had prepared for the ranger earlier should trouble arise. Luci was aware the Elves keen eyes could see through the darkness better than their own, but looking through smoke would be another matter. She already knew where the Elves were, and they would have to guess where she was going, even if they managed to clear the smoke from the room, she would still have the upper hand. So would Bombadur, assuming he. "Or ya wanta start with me?"Jason cocked his head and looked appraisingly at the pretty face of the girl slumped in the chair. He liked to use the King first but sometimes the shock of it brought a subject out from under before they really had enough insurance to prevent trouble. If there was any chance of that, he used Mario first. This time, however... He held her chin up in his fingers, then let it drop abruptly. This time there would be no trouble. She was an exceptionally fine hypnotic. “Gina! Gina!” he said. “You’re too good for page 3, believe me.”He wasn’t sure if her smile was telling him how stupid men were, or if she liked the compliment. “But not for pervy garage mechanics?” she said.Ben decided to ignore this. “If you could just, um, do some cupping, and some, um, pushing, and then, erm, you know, slide your fingers across…”“You must really enjoy your job,” Gina said, but not in the hostile way he expected.He wondered if he should deny that, but decided against it..