Gwylan s Sensual Massage
Gwylan came home, slammed the door and tossed her purse, keys and coat across the room. Muttering to herself, she went off to the kitchen, intent on making herself a cup of tea and lacing it with a whiskey. Cautiously, Jack peered around the corner, understanding that talking with Gwylan while in this state was often like baiting a bear standing only three feet away. When she had finally settled onto the bar stool along the counter, he crept into the room. "Bad day, baby?" Jack asked,...