Two standing lamps filled the room with a warm, yellow light. Olivia felt bad about lying to John about the reason she was here. Oh, she knew abou... the history of this room. She knew about the past innkeeper's fair daughter and the would-be gentleman rapist that met his demise on the end of a soldiers bayonet. The man, a squire and a rogue by the name of Bartholomew Swyver, enjoyed robbing coaches of their wealth and maidens of their maidenhood. According to the tale, he spied the. Needless to say, unsurprisingly I did not find any sort of freshly perturbed grave of my previous nights dance partner.I dithered my way home in the sunshine, stopping at the shop to get some spaghetti Bolognese ingredients. Lots of garlic, but there's nothing silly about that surely ..no? Well, ok, the hot cross bun perhaps made its way in thanks to the little cross on the top so I was not entirely back to normal.The afternoon was beautiful, I spent it pottering in the days heat. Little by. I thought about it. Kent was a young man. My son was eighteen, so Kent would also be, wouldn't he?As I got up to get a fresh glass of ice water, the cooler air of the house's interior caused my nipples to harden. Or was the cold air? Smiling to myself, I liked the idea of being seen and hopefully admired by a younger man.My husband was out of town, in Washington, D.C., to direct the hanging of the panels produced by his company, so I had a period to plan my next move.I couldn't get Kent off my. " There was no dissent. I left therewith blonde hair, complete with styled extensions that fall halfway downmy back. I was also given a set of long, polished nails and instructionson how to do my makeup from that point forward.I was amazed, and more than a bit turned on, when I spent Saturday infull female mode. I wasn't fully passable, but I still looked damn sexy.And so we return to Sunday in Texas. Once again I find myself wearing acheerleader outfit and serving a bunch of horny men (my boss.