I was actually a little jealous, but turned on. I walked over to the table and introduced myself. The guy was a client I had not met. We talked a few ...Minutes and Wendy got up to go to the restroom. He started talking about how she was letting him do whatever he wanted to her on the dance floor and he was sure it was going to be a good night. I told that Wendy was my wife and he turned red as could be. I explained to him how it was ok and not to worry I did not mind. I always wanted to watch her. ”“Well, no, I mean when you feel good.”“I don't understand,” Jamie said, fixing me with her bright blue eyes and playing with a lock of her wavy blond hair.“Do your nipples get hard when you kiss a boy?” I asked.“I've only kissed a few boys. I'm not sure I like it,” she said.“Really? Why not?”“I don't know. Just nervous, I guess. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong. I mean, I've seen the way they kiss in the movies and stuff, but I'm just not sure what to do. Like, am I supposed to use my. She told him about the secrets Mala learned from the old Spiritwalker, and how after he died her mother's mother passed on that knowledge to her.She spoke of her suspicions about Mala's unexpected, excruciating death that followed mere days after, shaking with fear, she warned her granddaughter to reveal to no one the wisdom she possessed. She described watching the Spiritwalker as he worked, and what happened when he caught her. Finally, and most importantly, she revealed the brutal rape she. " Um, yes, sir. Like I said, I was just surprised to see that picture." I glanced at Mr. Nordstrom and saw a faint grin. Either he'd heard this before, or he agreed with what Mr. Grossfeldt had said.When Beth got home that afternoon, I guess I was still riding the high Mr. Grossfeldt's comments had given me."So when can I see a copy?" she asked when I finally ran down."You know, I was so excited with the cover that I never asked when the actual books would come back from the printer. I suppose.