Michael gently stroked Lauren"s thighs. He prided himself on his patience. For years he had prepared like a master chef, planning each course, selecting each cut, and timing each step until it all came together to his satisfaction.
There had been many beautiful women, but Lauren was the one he wanted. And Michael Ryan always got what he wanted. He believed he had acted gallantly, even encouraging Lauren to try to make her marriage work. The complications had only increased the challenge for him. But the longer the wait, the greater the pleasure. He had learned that many years ago.
The home where Michael and his Aunt Grazie had lived in the Chambersburg area of Trenton was one of many row houses adjoined to the neighbors" houses on each side by a common wall. After years of ostracism as t
