Rachel had Jeannie disrobe and put on a thin, white robe. She guided her to the table, and had her lie face down, with her head propped on a towel pil...low. Rachel said relax. She told Jeannie the goal is for her to relax and just enjoy. Rachel began with a massage on Jeannie’s temples and head and moved to her neck and stayed there a while. Rachel then pulled the robe down exposing her back. Rachel had some warm oil beside the table on a small fold out. She rubbed an ample amount on her hands. The girl who had been living in my fantasies for weeks now was walking me out to my car. I could barely hold up my end of the conversation about the weather and weekend plans. I learned she was twenty and going back to Uni in the fall. Her family owned the grocery store and she worked there every summer. For my part, I did mention the dinner party when she noticed that I rarely bought so much.I think part of my brain froze when I realized she was paying attention to me and what I bought. She. We had twin beds, but I pushed the two together to make a single bed large enough for the two of us to spread out a little bit. Tomorrow, I was going to agitate for swapping our beds for the queen size bed in the guest room. I figured that logic could win that argument for me. After all, Mom and Dad had a queen size bed.I really had no qualms about sex with Beth, in fact, it should be obvious that I was all for it when I heard her comment to Mom. It had long been established that incest was a. I'd told her I'd call back if I got away, and I had—for now at least—and I needed to call.First Spook. I hit "Spook2589844640321" and "send" on the cell again, this time with more confidence that he'd pick up.He did. She did? It did? Who knew? And at this point I didn't care. "Good evening, Jack," came the simulated voice. A part of my mind noticed that he—or she, or it, whatever— knew what time it was, anyhow. Did that mean Spook was in my time zone, or close to it? "May we talk again now?".