The sun was winking ‘good morning’ to the world as it pushed itself away from the horizon by the time Lance returned to our bed.  I had the question of what he’d discovered about the bath salts on the tip of my tongue, but it quickly rolled to the back of my throat as he kissed me long and hard while his hand explored and teased my womanhood in a way that immediately made me forget everything except the pleasure that he was giving me.  It was as if he knew my body better than I did.  His hands kneaded my well-formed breasts and his lips suckled my hardened nipples in a way that made me wild with ecstasy without him having to do anything else.  When he finally did move down between my thighs and his tongue found my sensitive nub, I was sure that I’d go insane before he took pity on me and entered me fully.  I had to swallow the screams of ecstasy that were coming at such a rate as to almost sound like a song in the wind.  At one point, I covered

Feeling dejected and disillusioned with the Northrup family, I  sat in the drawing room of my parent’s tobacco plantation home.  It felt both good to be there as well as a bit odd and uncomfortable.I was admittedly stunned when my new husband opted to send me off in exile without him.  He tried to explain that it would only be for a short time while he smoothed things over with his mother, but it didn’t sit well with me.  Not one bit.  I was of the opinion that he was cowering to her.  Having assumed that I’d married a strong man, I found this fact disconcerting.  The way that he and his father bent to her demands was outrageous.  It was the type of behavior that I’d be hard pressed to encounter in modern times.  Not from something as simple as upsetting the woman by pointing out her wrong doings.I was even more surprised to discover that Bart and Jason remained in the house while I was sent away.&n

Magic and psychic are two different beasts, or so I’m told.  Since I didn’t believe in either until I met Lance and he proved differently, I was like a child walking in a strange land.  My father assured me that, although my magic was depleted,  the lack of it would not impact my psychic abilities. They would be as strong as ever.“In fact, daughter,” he said with enthusiasm, “the more that you use your special skills,  the stronger they will become.”The handicap for me was the fact that I had no idea how to use these so-called special skills that I’d only recently realized existed at all, let alone in me.  The only exposure that I’d had to their use was when I’d sit down and get very quiet while trying to solve a case in hopes that the room or an object would speak to me either by way of words, ideas, or visions in my head.  I never considered what I was doing to be anything special;

Elsie had just prepared me for bed when Lance knocked lightly on the door.  She gave me a knowing smile as she swung it open and slid past him into the hallway.“Come in,” I said with a timid voice that surprised me.“I feel nervous,” he chuckled as he strode across the room and stood before me.  “I fear that I have lost your favor for good.”At first I looked away.  The little girl in me wanted to punish him, but the woman in me felt differently.  Taking his face in my hands, I said, “I don’t know how to behave or how to feel. I’m angry and hurt and I truly don’t understand your ways.”  I pulled his face to him and kissed him hard.  “Don’t ask me why, but I’ve loved you almost from the minute I met you.  Devil take me, but I can’t help it.”He grinned that same boyish grin that he’d worn through most of our marriage cer