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The telephone rings, I hear you answer on the other end. I tell you not to say a word, to get to the Inn down the street, gave you the number, and to go, NOW! You jump in the car, mind reeling with wonder as to what I am up to now. You hurry into the private cottage where you know that I am waiting. Without a sound, you open the door. The small cottage is equipped with all the amenities. A stereo, kitchen, fireplace, and the biggest bed you have ever seen. As soon after you open the door, you feel a moist heat. The little house is so balmy it is almost uncomfortable. You can smell the scent of some soft oils in the air, a little bit of lavender, patchouli, and jasmine.

Curious as to where the humid air is coming from, you decide to walk to find the source. As you walk by the bathroom, you hear the soft sound of water falling. You quietly open the door as a cloud of steam exits the room behind you. As your eyes adjust, you see a large black jet tub, with a waterfall faucet. In the corner of the room, you notice a very large, crystal-clear shower, with a smooth stone bench in it. Several showerheads surround the inside. You realize I am in the shower. I don’t acknowledge your presence, but I know you’re there. You recognize my motives. I am standing in the shower with my head tilted back, as the water beats on my chest. I move in slow motion, acting as though any quick movement would break the wonderful concentration. I deliberately move my hands over my body, as though watching someone else’s hands glide on top of my soap covered skin. I can sense your excitement and it makes my heart race. My hands start from my neck, and ...

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