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Once she had decided to give up the street readings in
New Orleans, she had started looking around for some place that
would work as both her home and a reading parlor. She must have
looked at fifty houses before landing upon this one.
    It was built around the turn of the 20th
century; but had been extensively remodeled so that everything
important such as plumbing, electrical wiring, and insulation had
been upgraded by the time she saw the house.
    The house wasn't huge by any stretch of the
imagination, but it was more than enough for her. Downstairs
boasted a small foyer at the front door that held the staircase
climbing up to the second floor and expanded into a hallway. Just a
few feet down this hallway was the doorway to her reading parlor.
It was once a formal living room, but she had found it to be the
perfect place to receive and read for her clients.
    Down a few steps from this doorway was a powder
room. She wasn't sure when this had been added because she didn't
think it had been a part of the original house design. But again,
it was something that worked to her advantage.
    A kitchen, dining, and den area made up the
entire back of the house. . Set up all in one long room, she found
this to be the best place in the house. It was perfect for relaxing
or entertaining, not that she did a lot of that though. Then, of
course, there was her beloved deck, which looked out from the start
of her colorful, lush backyard to the line of trees at the end of
it.
    Upstairs held the master bedroom with an ensuite
and walk-in closet. French doors led to a small balcony just off of
her bedroom where she often sat with her morning coffee. There were
also two more bedrooms and a bathroom. She used one of these as an
office and the other, she kept as a spare room, in case she had any
overnight guests. There were shiny hardwood floors throughout,
accented with rugs of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
    Secret loved her house and counted herself lucky
that she had found it when she did. Her realtor had called her as
soon as the house was listed. They went to see it that very morning
and she made an offer instantly. This house called to her. It was,
quite literally, home.
    As she set up her candles and music for her
bubble bath, she thought again of the strange feeling she had
experienced when letting Adele into her house. She had been so sure
that someone was watching her. Rarely did she get those feelings,
but when she did, they were never wrong. Just because she hadn't
seen anyone didn't mean that there was no one there. All it meant
is that they were very well hidden.
    Shaking off the disturbing thoughts, Secret slid
slowly down into the warm, fragrant bubbles and felt as though she
was transporting to heaven. Sighing contentedly, she laid her head
back against the cool tub and closed her eyes. This was definitely
her favorite part of the day.
    Dipping her fingertips into the bubbles, she
moved them up her arms and across her chest as she bathed. Slowly,
she continued the movement over her breasts and stomach. As the
palms of her hands lightly grazed her nipples, a little current of
excitement coursed through her body. She could feel the instant
hardness in response to her touch.
    How long had it been since a man had touched her
body in this way? Obviously, too long, if something as simple as a
bath had her reacting like this.
    Trying to ignore the fire she accidently ignited
within, Secret continued to bathe. But it was pointless. She burned
with a need that could not, would not, be ignored.
    Moaning, she gave in to the sensation of pure
lust while her hand made its way down her body, to the place that
demanded her touch. Letting her knees fall apart, her fingers
quickly and deftly found the right place to grant her release.
    The second her fingers made contact, her hips
arched upward eagerly to meet them. Swirling in circles which
became rapid quite quickly, the point of no return hit her like a
tsunami. Crying out over and over, she