She wasn't exactly Ms. Free & Easy.But now as I was rubbing her back, she seemed very sensual. She was breathing deeply, almost purring. I could tell ...hich strokes she liked by the different sounds she made, then I'd do more of those. "Do it there," she'd say, or, "Deeper in there ... harder." I liked pleasing her.The massages got to be a routine with us. She'd have a few drinks after dinner while we watched TV, then about ten o'clock we'd go into her room together.I got a book out of the. He’s got muscles but he’s not a iron pumping hulk. By now you’re breathing heavy as his fingertips have reached the top of your stockings and are getting very close to touching your actual thighs. God you’ve wanted him since you saw him at that dance. ‘Why don’t you join me and make yourself a little more comfortable.’ Peter says. So you tear yourself away and start by unzipping your black satin sleeveless dress down. You figure you’ve got your chance to get a little revenge. Slowly, very. We have met before, not that we were actually introduced or anything like that." Really?" Samantha said in surprise. "When was that?" About five years ago." You're kidding, right?" No, I'm quite serious." Wow, I must've been twenty or twenty-one." Actually, I remember it being pointed out to me that you were nineteen at the time." Pointed out to you by who?" Samantha asked, thinking that might help her remember what Peggy was referring to."I'll get to that in a minute." Okay, all I can say is. How delightfully decadent.”It began to dawn on Vera that this wasn’t merely an entity, it was a person, it was communicating with her as a normal person would. She had never seriously believed in the paranormal, having seen no concrete evidence of it in her years as a blogger. She had gotten into the ghost hunting field for the page views, it was inexpensive to film on location and easy to exaggerate every creak of an old house or lens flare as some marauding spirit. But now she was face to.