When she woke a few hours later, Gail found Izaak sitting in the same chair, watching her. She smiled a sleepy smile at him and stretched. Izaak smiled back and felt the urge to climb into the bed with her, to hold her. He shook his head to clear it, reminding himself that she was a client now; no funny stuff. He tried to figure out exactly when she went from being an annoying brat to being a beautiful young woman. It didn't help when she climbed out of bed and was wearing a black satin slip, probably picked up at A Lady's Dream. She walked toward the bathroom and Izaak could tell that since she was fairly tall for a woman, about five foot eleven, that her slip was large, but still barely came halfway down her thighs. He could also tell that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it, as ev
