But on Saturday evenings, that serpent would writhe in her lower belly, after their standard session. Yet she was reluctant to tell Ray about it for f...ar of hurting his feelings.Emma knew that her best friend, Lorna, had unintentionally influenced her uncertain emotions. So different on matters carnal, it was unbelievable that they became close friends, Emma the virginal, and Lorna the self-confessed wanton. Opposites attract? Oh, most certainly.For three college years, she had avoided the. After a few messages back and forth we exchanged phone numbers so that we could text. I learned her name was Marie and her husband had left her and her 2 kids a few months ago. We hit it off and agreed to meet a few days later for milkshakes. I was nervous at our first meeting. We both hadn't dated in many years and I knew I was to be the first woman she had been with. This intrigued me and turned me on. We talked for hours. I felt bad about how her husband neglected her and I wanted to show. Her shoulders were exceptionally stiff and her stomach was in knots as she thought of what returning to work would mean: more heat, more rude clients, her perverse boss. No, she needed some release before she could face that. While thinking this she noticed the girl speak softly into the mike of her white headset and wait for a reply. The girl acknowledged and then turned to Anna. “You may enter, Madame. Monsieur Vinnae is ready for you.” She indicated a door Anna had not noticed before, in the. No drugs.”Vanessa said, “A peach. Fucking pedophile.”I flashed on Walker for a moment, then brought myself back to Al’s Diner.Artie looked at Vanessa thoughtfully. He’d seen a lot. “Dave told me about your grandmother.” Dave. Dave Jennings. The Captain.Vanessa said, “Sasha Andrushchenko. Flanders bought her from my great-grandmother when Sasha was young. In Kiev, 1965.”I said, “Does Flanders have all his marbles? Or most of them.”“That’s my understanding. I wouldn’t have called you if he were.