’I paused for a second, and traced a finger horizontally across her back at waist level. She gave a little gasp, and then a soft mewl of pleasure a...s I drew my fingernail back, this time lower down, just under the curve of her sweetly jutting buttocks (as I know well, this has a tantalisingly erogenous effect), whilst completing my sentence:‘... intimately.’Helen’s lips parted and I saw the tip of her tongue flick along to moisten them. She turned slightly to look up at me; for a second, she. “I did it through the erotic story site because I could do it anonymously. I could see if you were interested and if we felt we could trust you before giving ourselves away.”She paused.“I was pleased to hear from you,” I replied. “I love hearing from readers, but your approach was particularly welcome. You did grill me though before letting me know who you really are.”Elaine had asked literally dozens of questions about me, my life, my research and my writing of erotic stories as a sideline.. ‘Your own little Club Med,’ Morgan joked. ‘It’s not funny,’ Carla protested. ‘And I had the greatest urge to put on that skimpy little bikini before you arrived.’ ‘Well, did you, give into your urge?’ ‘No, not really. I did something different.’ Carla blushed as she finished this statement. ‘Then let’s get started with your therapy. Please sit down.’ Morgan went through the ‘shoe-book-elephant’ routine as he tapped Carla on the right shoulder. She immediately went into a deep trance. ‘Now. “Turn around and head to the address. Eddie hasn’t shown up at the plant and Janie is worried that he hasn’t called to tell her why,” he ordered curtly, his adrenaline starting to spike again. He lifted the phone back to his ear. “We are on our way, Janie. Thanks for the heads up. If you don’t hear from us in thirty minutes, wrap everyone up at the plant and put them one ice and then come get us in Bensonhurst because we will probably have run into whatever got Eddie.”“What got Eddie?” she.