Chapter Fifty Nine
Mandal could see a change in Mal’s behavior, for he was kinda jerky, agitated and secular now in his actions.
At the entry hall, adjacent to the front doors, just before the spiral staircase, he yanked his black jacket off, snaked it to a wall hook, turned to his girls.
“I may be out all night…Have fun…I love you both.”
Not waiting for a reply, he took two steps at a time and moved up the stairs.
Both gals exchanged curious looks, returned to what they both wanted, which of course was each other.
Extending her long arm, Oba took Mandal’s hand in her own, smiled.
“Shall we, darling?”
Bowing her eyes, Mandal again felt like a young woman magically caught within the educated arms of a caring and experienced lover.
Nodding that she was indeed ready, Oba smiled, took
