.”Brandi’s words caught in her throat as the demon’s fluttering fingers found their way up her skirt and began to softly press against her alrea...y-damp underthings. He knew how to play her body like an instrument ... but she knew that if she didn’t talk to him before they did what their bodies were desperate to do, she’d never be able to look herself in the mirror again.“Stop...” she moaned, and Michael’s fingers withdrew. He took a deep breath, and stood back.“Of course. What is it?”It took. ‘What happened? Did your boyfriend dump you?’ it sounded all wrong yet he couldn’t say it any other way. She glanced up at him with such trusting eyes it was like a knife twisting in his back for all the things he had thought about doing with her. ‘I don’t have a boyfriend,’ she said her voice trembling. Miriam was confronted by the very masculine body of her boss. She must look as bad as she felt. ‘I’ll be fine,’ she added knowing damn well nothing would make her feel better. She wasn’t. " Does he know... you know... what happened... ?" Yeah, Mark, relax. He knows that you are one of my very special patients."At least that explained why he had been staring at me."So," Molly said, "Dr. P isn't here today, but all you need is one of my super-duper cleanings anyway. Are you ready?"As usual, Molly kept up a non-stop stream of chatter while she was working. She told me about some of her more difficult clients, some new equipment that Dr. Peterson was getting ready to buy, and an old. The ride to the beach took two and a half hours. It was late June and already hot. By the time we got there I was sweating like a whore in church. We unpacked and David went to the store. The house was hot as hell, and since mom did my packing (I think it was a conspiracy), I had little choice what to wear. I put on the black bathing suite mom had picked out, but put on a jean skirt she said was cute and went to the back deck overlooking the water. I sat down with a book under the awning and.