At the far end were two grips rising vertically, like the ends of a bike’s handlebars. We removed our robes and he showed Kate how to mount the tabl...e with her knees on the L-shapes so that her shins and thighs were supported and she bent at the waist to lie along the flat top with her bottom a little higher than her head. He asked her to unfasten her bra and slip her arms out of the straps and began a light massage across her shoulders. He talked as he rubbed, explaining that when we are not. “Using your terminology, I am the prostitute ... they are my clients!”This time I put my hand up to stop her slap.“You said you’ve made love six times, but there are only four names,” she said.“Scarlett had a repeat, today,” I said to my smart sister.“But, who ... is the sixth?”“You’re smart, you figure it out?”I saw her eyes bug out, “Is it Mom, are you fucking our mother?”“NO, I am making love with my mother, Sally. I call her Sylvia.”“This is getting creepier by the minute. You’ve got four. ” I responded.Both of them laughed, looking at each other. I was beginning to wonder, just how much these two shared about their private lives with each other. I noticed they appeared to be really comfortable with each other, almost like one was an extension of the other. Jennifer went on to tell me that Tiffany had been working for her almost four years now and that she was invaluable. She added that without Tiffany she would be lost, never be able to get through her hectic schedule. Tiffany. “You are the first person that I have invited into my home in over one hundred years, but we aren’t the only two present within its walls. The last I invited in is the one who caused the storm to become more than I agreed. That woman has been a thorn in my side. She was born psychotic and only had herself to blame for her body stopping development shortly after becoming a woman. The girl manipulated me into feeling pity for her plight, for I was also a weather witch. When you connected to me,.