The weekend at the Keys turned out to be more enjoyable than I had expected. Mr. Taylor was a man of his word and took my mind far from the things I had been troubled about, and as he did, I could find a blissful relief from Lincoln and Lydia presence.

My mind swirled with the things he had done to me and the way he made me feel.

The man really was a work of art, and I doubted any other could match his skill set.

“Nina….. are you even listening to me?" Lydia’s voice called out, pulling me ...