He grazed the side of them as he helped to arrange the sheet to cover her. It was no accident. He wanted to do far more than simply graze them. He wan...ed his mouth over her nipples. He wanted their weight in his hands. He wanted to spend a great deal of time pleasuring her. With great reluctance he pulled back. Brent had her positioned on a chaise lounge, with her legs draped over the side. Her back turned toward him. The curve of her body was magnificent. CLICK – CLICK – CLICK Brent was. That's what had been the matter with her today: she'd found to her surprise, and yes, to her fear as well, that she was still sexually responsive and yearning for love and the chance to love in return. She tossed fretfully, naked and uncovered on the bed, the stifling summer heat less oppressive to her than her own inner fires, and kept asking herself the two most important questions of her life: when a woman is widowed early in her married life, how much does she owe her child? And: can. I stared at him inconfusion. "You called the police..." You remember?" he asked, looking somewhat pleased by that."Why?" I asked quietly. "You hate me..." What?" Gary asked, looking both surprised and confused.It took me a moment to realize that he didn't know who I was. When he'dbeen staring at me at the park the other day, it hadn't been because hesomehow recognized me.Gary stared at me and shook his head, "I don't hate you. I don't evenknow you." You do hate me," I said quietly,. " Oh?" I plucked a few grapes off a platter as we passed one of many tables laden with fruit, vegetables, and various appetizers."Someone's going to send a video of the Senator and two very young black girls to the Washington Post in a month or two." Really?" I asked, shaking my head sadly. "Who would do that, I wonder."If I mentioned previously that none of the Mistresses had brought their cats to the banquet, I was mistaken. While Laura exchanged pleasantries with a well rounded gentleman she.