He realises that I need to spend some time with my female friends
just as he does with his male friends.² At this, Abigail¹s eyes opened
wide as she stared at me. XXX I remembered my training in
aromatherapy massage. My longing for him surfaced yet again, together with a
feeling of guilt. The standing poses obviously hadn¹t helped her. When the session ended I took rather longer than usual to pack away
my things, then hung around waiting for Abigail to emerge from the
changing cubicle. I lifted her long blond hair off her back and let it rest around her
head like a halo. As I reached her ankles, once again I took hold of them and
pulled her legs apart – wide apart. I pulled the towel around her and went into the bathroom to run
some extra hot water. Thanks for saving my life!²
I gave a little laugh. When I reached her
clitoris I held it briefly between my thumbs before spreading
