"Since she's not here, you can assist me." She turned and said, "Hook me up."The back of her shiny dress lay open over her lacy shift and boned stays....I did the hooks quickly, and she turned and gave me a deep curtsey that displayed her fine, upraised boobies which stood half out of her tight-fitting gown. "Thank you, m'seur," she said with a smile. "Perhaps later, you might return for a visit since I am quite alone these days and in dire need of the, let's say, comfort and companionship."That. Hopefully his sleep would be filled with dreams of her. Seth awoke with a start from his fitful sleep, his ears still full of furtive whisperings. The nightmare that had been plaguing him already dim and fuzzy in his memory. He cursed and kicked off his coverings. Sometime during the night the temperature had soared and the mattress under him was damp with his sweat. He sat up in bed, shivering. The sweat that was coursing off his lean, muscled back congealed in the sudden chill that gripped. Everything was happening to him all at once, a new life, a new environment and a sweet, sweet girl beside him, to show him the ways of something which until then had just been a figment of his imagination. ‘I think I do love you, Carol, I really do’ he flushed still with the taste of her kiss in his mouth, her kisses were sweet, like she had been sucking mints, turned out she had, Everton mints were her favourite, she handed him one – ‘to cement out newly found love’ she said with a wide smile. He stood looking out the window of the apartment building with his clothes for the trip in a larger version of his get away back pack. When she pulled up in the black Lincoln he didn't recognize her. She had to beep for him. He had expected the econobox she usually drove."So you are rich. I had a sneaking suspicion that you were?" he asked. He immediately flashed on the socialite parents, and a stern childhood nanny."I am not rich at all. I live on a small trust fund. I just have use of the.