‘The Women of Phoenix,’ the card read. It had only a telephone number. ‘We meet at private homes. Ladies only. Discreet, civil play.’ Trin swa...llowed the saliva in her mouth. ‘Once a month, under the full moon we have a night session.’ ‘I’d love to,’ Trin’s mouth betrayed her. ‘I’m not sure my partner is ready.’ ‘That’s okay. We play safe, sane and consensual. Sex, no sex, whatever you like. Personally I have an affinity for ponies.’ She pointed to an 8 x 10 glossy photo of a woman who had some. We met in the living room. Mom and Dad advised me that since I was about to enter the second phase of my training, I would start with a clean slate. I jumped up and gave each of them a big hug. I realized that it was a real hug, not something I had to think about. When I started to cry, Kevin made me explain. Soon Mom was crying, too. They gave me a set of house keys. That may not sound like much, but to me it was verification that I had passed an important point. I was being trusted. I hugged. All day long, if you've a mind to. Have you put on your sunscreen yet?" Yes Mr. Jackman," the charming girl told me enthusiastically. "Mom made sure we did everywhere before we came here."Marcy greeted me with a pleasant, "Keep your filthy paws off my little sister." Ah, the ever-charming Marcy. Ready for me to do not-nice things to your body?" Like slathering sunscreen on me?" No, I'd get one of the ladies to do that, and only between the shoulder blades. You can reach everywhere else without. My goodness, the Texas Playboys were my personal favorites. I'm so sure they are all in heaven's symphony orchestra."Hi, Sister, I'm George Jones and this is my band leader and musical director, Pred." I had to say two quick Hail Marys and an Our Father to overcome the strange feeling of temptation that tried to overcome me as I spoke with two of the most important people in the music business. Undoubtedly, the two most handsome men I'd ever seen, as well.As far as I knew, this would be the.