God only knew what they were giggling and chattering about anyway.“Come on in, Dad, the door’s open!” Michelle called to her father.“Am I inte...rupting anything important?” he asked. The look of joy on his daughter’s face piqued his curiosity.“What time is it, Dad? And when’s supper?”“It’s just after five, and supper is as soon as you Mom gets home, which will be about six she said. Why?”“Oh good!” his daughter bubbled. “That means I’ve got just enough time!”“Umm, enough time for what?”“Enough. It was the close emotional bond we had developed over the years. Having my mother as my lover only seemed natural to me despite the unnatural way things started sexually between us.I sometimes wondered where we would be today if I took off the ring. I had asked the djinn once and his only answer was for me not to need to find out. He told me I should never ever take off the ring. I am really not sure if his response was for me or him. Without the ring on my finger, he would return to his state. The bartender says something to the hot woman and she laughs in response, letting the beast go and pushing her towards the door. Rhian stares at the feisty older woman with undisguised longing, absently drifting closer to her as she mops spilled drink from her shirt. She stops a few feet away, admiring the woman's lithe figure and pert curves accentuated by tight jeans and a now wet, cropped shirt. She's slightly taller than Rhian, very slim, and with the look of an athlete. Long, dark hair. As she wavered, trying to turn back, Duncan stretched an arm out to her. Imperiously he beckoned her to him. She was helpless to disobey. She stifled a sob at her dilemma. Her legs, barely able to hold her began carrying her toward the man, her knight, lying on the unfolded hide-a-bed. By the side of the bed she swayed, nearly falling. **** Duncan sensed Helen’s presence before she emerged from the hallway. Holding himself still he bathed his senses in the wonder of this woman he had known for.
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