. pics?” Ryan asked before he thought better of it. Ryan and Maria had been having lunch together for months, but never veered into anything ... sal...cious before.She glanced up, and blushed. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”“No worries, I just didn’t expect it.”“Nobody ever does.” She sighed, “except a single woman trying to find a date for Saturday night.” She cocked her head and gave him a penetrating look.“Ryan ... Do you like beer?” She asked.He nodded, his mouth too full to. (Okay, I AM exaggerating about the size of the bed, but it WAS enormous!)I also discovered that the goody bag she brought to the Napa Valley constituted only a small selection from the goody CLOSET in her playroom!For the next month or so, I was a 'kept' man, living off the largesse of my lover, and for the most part, I enjoyed the lack of responsibility, having little to do but work out and engage in mind-blowing sex with my 'something extra' lover. After a while, though, I began to. Mostly at our occult bookstoresponsored gatherings, just a party really. The witchcraft insiders musthave thought I was drunk at the time, not always. Witches can speak in English, but their words may sound confusing to therest of us. 'The Marduk scrolls" was supposedly a gift, from these'Enlightened Pagans', formerly 'serving in the Grand Druid.' The insidermumbo jumbo actually did have meaning. Our European visitors probably did come from the original paganpriesthood. With each boasting a. I looked up at her. She was sitting on one hip with her feet tucked under the other, and her eyes roved up and down my relaxed body. Her whole body and the expressions that came over her face were also distracting. I watched her, thinking it was better than having her dig into something I didn’t want to talk about.When her eyes met mine, she looked hungry again. I didn’t understand it, but she wasn’t pressing me about my past so I wasn’t going to try to snap her out of it. She stroked me until.