The TarotChapter 8
"Please I have to know," pleaded Angilee as Madame Leseur laid out the cards. Angilee had led a life of torture since Jeremy had driven away in his sports car four nights ago. She had tried to resist temptation by burying the card, ironically, at the bottom of the dresser drawer where she kept her panties and concentrating on her family. But Terry was his usual conservative and predictable self, accepting her advances only once and then only long enough to roll over on top of her, satisfy...