" Why not visit Tad yourself and I'll lay and think about what you're doing in there? He looks so very much like Daddy that you could pretend." No, yo...ur brother wants you. I'll lay and think about you and Tad together. By the way, the warming oil is missing from my panty drawer, so I'm pretty sure that I know what he has in mind." Meg grinned at her daughter and shut the door quietly.Carey got up from the bed and re-tied her robe, then quietly went across the hall to her brother's room. Without. I turned around to leave in disappointment only to find that she was standing behind me and watching me searching for her.I was seriously blushing at her and she burst into laughter. She came near me extended her arm for a handshake and introduced herself. I was frozen from her seductive aroma and didn’t utter a single word. She tapped me on my shoulders to bring me back into conscious and asked, “What happened?”I replied, “Sorry sorry, I am Deva, how are you?” Then we had some conversations. Her eyes looked very dark rimmed. She didn’t look good. But she was still out here exercising. Good on her. It was only later in the male changing room some guy told me he’d heard that somebody said she had recently received an anonymous envelope of photos of her ordeal, pushed through her mailbox. That must have freaked her out, I should think. I mean, not even mailed, but fucking hand-delivered ! I wonder if there were any fingerprints ? I doubt it, I’m afraid. This perp sounds pretty. But don't forego it on my account. I'm willing if you really think it's necessary. I can shut my eyes or something." Well," Elliott teased, "maybe later. If you're all that anxious to see life in the raw --" Now, I didn't say that, Elliott."He laughed, putting his arm around her and hugging her, sensing that she was unwinding a bit, and glad of it. When she joined his laughter, he said, "Come on. Let's go in here."The emcee was doing his monologue when they entered the dimly lit night club. A.