As Priscilla stepped up and out of the tub Katie stepped back, timid as a fawn, curious as only she could be. The Aphrodite, with her inviting all-knowing smile, reached out to take her hand, then led her to the bedroom, to the foot of the queen-sized bed.
Her journal and pen were taken from her grasp, replaced by those lovely long fingers which glided o…
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