That will help. Also, you might want to book a massage. Come on, Leez, you’re a nurse, you know all this.’ ‘No, you’re right, I do. A warm bat... and a massage sound heavenly. I think I will do that. I could use to be pampered.’ ‘Excellent. And if you need a masseur, call me for an appointment.’ I am such a cheeky bastard. ‘You give massages? Are you professional?’ ‘No, not professional. I had a girlfriend once who was a professional and she taught me lots of techniques. I really enjoy giving. Do you remember? I’m starting to look flustered, I look down at myself and my chest has a taken on a new colour, only I know it’s a sign of arousal or is that still me being naïve? I bite my lip and look up at you it’s an amber light and I can’t wait anymore, don’t you see! I breathe all of you in and when I exhale my breath is shaky, with it comes a noise that you’d only recognise if you heard it. I hate this part but I have a tingling sensation working it’s way towards the very part of me. Most important, Jam and I would be there to be married by Pastor Dean!We watched the news. There was nothing this evening on us. I noticed a long, shaky shot of me leaving my office. I hadn’t seen anyone and figured it had to be a telephoto lens.Mister Madison chuckled. “Jar, I think you have scared them away. Try humor and harass them as long as it works. Then, we’ll go to Plan B.”‘I would like them to find something else to follow. Jam and I aren’t newsworthy.”“Oh, but you are. First, you are. ‘Hello?’ He shouted, with a questioning anger, into the phone. ‘Is this Dr. Sean Mallory?’ asked a female voice with a slight British accent. ‘Yes! It is! And do you know what time it is? It’s Saturday morning. It’s six a.m.!’ he shouted back. ‘I do apologize, Doctor. Mr. Crowe insisted on getting a hold of you immediately,’ said the voice on the other end of the line. ‘My name is Marcy, Dr. Mallory. I am Mr. Phineas Crowe’s personal assistant.’ She said calmly. Sean paused a moment as his mind.