“Now, Jenny is the Isis Priestess who will perform the ritual dance and you’ll be the holy virgin to the Gods and I have the Egyptian style beaded...net dress that we made just for this occasion.”By mail my invitation arrived asking me to be at Isis and Osiris celebration at Jenny’s house. Arriving on time I stood in front of Tiffany Style ornate massive doors. The work was so beautiful that it could have rivaled any church stained glass windows. Sara opened the door and silently guided me into. It took me a moment to catch my breath. ‘What the hell did you do to me? What was that?’ ‘What?’ ‘Inside me. What was that?’ ‘I was caressing your G-spot.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘Are you sure this is when you want the anatomy lesson?’ he asked. ‘I’m sure it isn’t. I want more.’ And then he was slipping down his boxers. Shit! I had forgotten all about him again. Well it was his own damn fault. He had set my whole body on fire and continued to fan the flames. He eased himself up between my legs and I. Garner."They each acknowledged her as she pedaled away. Time to get home and begin the dreaded wait.Allison paid close attention to her family on the short drive home. Her mom was preoccupied, as she often was now. Brad was sullen, but that wasn't all that strange, either. From her position in the rear seat, she could only see the back of his head, but it hung low as he slouched and stared out the window. She couldn't read him.Brad had always been a moody child. When they were little, he would. I didn't want to admit to myself that I was really developing strong feelings for another woman, especially one seeming so at ease with her sexuality and her ease of seduction. Before she returned to the couch holding two wine-filled glasses, she turned on a CD of barely audible but beautiful music. The conversation and wine flowed for 45 minutes, and then Dennie slowly made her move.We were about a foot from each other on the couch and just finished sharing a laugh, when she took the back of.