Wednesday's Words for February 6, 2013

As much as I manage to “keep up” with the changes in technology in these modern times, there are still moments when I am held completely in awe.

There was an item online the last couple of days. You may have seen it. It wasn’t even really immediate news, and yet there it was taking up cyberspace. Apparently, last year, in the city of Leicester, in England, human remains were discovered under a parking lot. I guess that sort of thing happens a lot in England and Europe. Their recorded history is far more extensive than ours.

Most often here, in North America, if someone is demolishing a building or digging a new foundation and they discover bones, the question that comes most often to mind is, “did I just find a recent murder victim?” Over on the other side of the pond, where recorded history stretches much further back, other questions come to mind.

They must have had some suspicions on who those bones belonged to, because they conducted DNA tests in order to be sure. Those tests have now confirmed that the remains discovered are of King Richard III.

That in itself is pretty impressive, don’t you think? That hundreds of years after a man is dead, his descendants (how many generations removed is that, anyway?) can provide a sample to prove genealogy.

Better yet, and what certainly gave me a few creepy moments, was the fact that the bones included the skull, and with modern scientific means, experts were able to perform a “facial reconstruction”—giving us a fairly accurate likeness of what this not-so-glorious king actually looked like.

Holy time travel, Batman.

When I first set eyes on that reconstruction, knowing that it wasn’t a painting created in his day and influenced by the painter’s own bias, I shivered. It just seemed so other-worldly to me that such a thing is possible—that I could be looking at the actual face of a long dead person.

Of course, I’ve long known about the science of facial reconstruction. I know it has been used to help identify bodies when no other means has worked. I understand the concept. Heck, I’ve even read fiction in which the heroine was just such a scientist/artist. It’s just that to use this method to give us a picture of someone dead for so long—someone I studied in high school and who Shakespeare used in a play, is eerie.

At least it is to me.

I’m kicking at the gate of 60, and the world has changed so much just in my lifetime. It’s no wonder to me that older people begin to feel disconnected. It’s really hard to keep up. The most notable area, of course, where the enormity of this “change” has become manifest, is in this thing, right here. The computer. I joke with friends and family that my first computer was an abacas.

Only it’s not a joke.

Thirty years ago, there was no Internet. The significance of that for me is profound. Today, I make my living on the Internet, and in fact, this computer of mine and the various places and people it connects me to quite literally make up my life.

Of all the things for which I’m grateful, this is the biggest: that for the most part, if I’m not right on top of all the new developments coming down the pike, I’m at least connected.

I can at least see the contrails of the speeding jet before me.

Love,
Morgan
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Angelic Forecast ~ #231

"Various animals are raced, including a giant horse breed." My lion man affectionately gives me a hug. "When the racing season begins again, we will attend."

"Now my curiosity is really aroused. Are there recordings?"

"A library full. From the ancient times."

"But...?" I ask, knowing there's more to the story.

"The winged equine called Pegasus on Earth was originally created here." Dhuroth pauses, obviously in thought. "Hmm, mostly created on Mars."

I let my good shock subside a bit, then ask, "Genetically created?"

"Genetically and spiritually created. By that I mean, my one woman, the inspiration began in the Divine realm. Those energies were infused in the genetic code, as you would know it."

"There is such a beauty to that way of creating or manifesting life."

"Yes." My lion man offers me another grape. "It is bringing forth creatures who want to be born in this realm."

I can't help but savor the juicy fruit, even though my words are pressing against my lips. "Wow. Now that's even more beautiful."

"It is paradise. The paradise we once enjoyed together." Dhuroth teases me with a grape, then slips it inside my mouth.

After savoring the juicy fruit, I frown. "Yes, I feel the truth of your words. But, why Pegasus...?"

"Because, my Sh’raka, wings added speed when pulling a race chariot."

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The theme this week ~ Freedom, the Wild Soul ~ Dance in your imagination to what these words evoke within you.

For, now awakens this buried part of ourselves. The time has arrived in our human history upon Mother Earth to experience 'freedom of the soul' at a whole new level.

This activation of the 'wild soul' in concert with the 'wild heart' will prove uncomfortable for many, and downright liberating for others. Regardless, for most of us, it will prove to be a messy emotional process.

Helping another with their roller coaster emotions, will be a way to help yourself. The opportunity, of course, is for all of us to come together--soul to soul, and heart to heart.

On the magickal, mystical front, the spirit of water returns to energize and bless every one of us. The more appreciation within you for all forms of water, the more you will enjoy these balancing and loving harmonies.

On the personal front, sit tight this week and watch the world go by. Closely observe what happens around you. Beware, and only become involved when you are convinced it is in your best interests. This is important.

This is also a wonderful week to start planning any kind of Valentine's Day celebration--whether you simply pamper yourself, or are putting on the Ritz. Remember, the Aquarian Age is all about the heart center, and bringing forth LOVE...love of self, and embracing others with your heart's energy.

On the paranormal front, once again, this will be a week when a variety of UFOs are spotted all over the world. This will be due to two main reasons.

There is a war in the heavens, or the skies above. And, the Beneficent beings, who are on the side of humanity, wish to be seen as a way to introduce their presence. Also, the Beneficents are currently altering certain negative events the dark-siders want to inflict on the people.

As ancient history continues to reveal itself, the paranormal becomes the normal. That is, creatures thought to be mythical will be proven to be real, as has been stated before. For now, the records are being truthfully decoded, and cannot be kept hidden for much longer. 

On the economic front, disaster and continued collapse, is the name of this 'break the back of the people' game. As well, cyber attacks will continue on the banking system.

This, while the stock market slides into the deep dark abyss, even as it's being propped up with inflated dollars. And thus, made to look as if its 'falsely' improving.

Of course, given the gold wars and the currency wars, the dark-side's game plan could be changed midstream, either shooting the markets up or down.

Meanwhile, the bankster gangsters, and their soulless masters, continue to offer themselves, and their one-world-government, as *the* salvation. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Also, this week, there will likely be, at least, one major surprise involving the state of the economy.

On the truth front, humanity moves ever closer to that time when TRUTH will be known, not because it is a proven fact, but because it is simply known to be the TRUTH. Of course, this is already happening. However, at a level not yet discernable to most of the population.

On the war front, this week will be about moving the war chessboard pieces in the Middle East, and in other key war theaters. The major powers are battling for top position at this point in time. This, to demonstrate their mettle to their new world order masters.

Sadly, there could be a war accident of horrific proportions, an event that could occur around this dark-side infighting--one that could/would alert the people of the world to what is actually happening...and why.

On the tyranny-at-work front, rises the darkness to show itself off, and make the people cower. The once-hidden snakes slither from their evil holes, armed with their devastating 'deathstar like' technologies.

On the AWAKENING front, now comes the mental warrior, or those who are, and will specialize in battling against the dark forces by using the formidable power of their will, and their mind. All of us will grow in these abilities, however.

On the communication front, technology versus telepathy, the battle is shaping up, at this time. While technology can be a good thing, it's much more difficult to control people who are in telepathic contact.

On the home front, keep banding together with like-minded people. Also, with those you work beside--that is, whoever proves trustworthy. If you are strong enough, come to the rescue of others whenever you are needed. However, always remember 'discernment is your best friend' and 'charity begins at home'.

On the food front, a complex week, and month ahead, as the battle lines are drawn against the corp-gov's constant raids on small farms and ranches. The time has come for these robber-baron predators to be spotlighted, and shown for the dark-hearted cowards they are. In reality.

As well, many more of the people will rebel against the establishment's frankenfoods, and will flock to the best real foods they can find to purchase.  This means, of course, growing and producing real food benefits you, and everyone else.

On the land changes front, Mother Earth is rocking from a series of large earthquakes, including quakes on the west coast. Also, more volcanoes are coming to life, roaring like monsters and blowing their stacks.

This will only continue as the year progresses. Get ready for a rough and tumble ride in many areas, especially around the 'ring of fire'.

Worldwide, superstorms will increase and rage, changing many landscapes forever. Watch out for the destructive force of the wind in the near future.

On the energy front, gather together as many ways of producing energy as you are able--old-fashioned wind and water power methods, old-fashioned and new-fashioned wood stoves, steam engines, solar collection, moonshine stills for alcohol-using devices, generators, and for fueling cars/trucks.

Learn how to produce energy from others, and pass that learning on. Again, pass along knowledge about the new-fangled energy devices that are being suppressed by the corp-gov. Energy independence is one salvation for the coming times.

On the really bad news front, this week will reveal 'truths' most don't want to know exist. Out of witnessing these nightmare scenarios, many more of the people will awaken. However, some will be lost to the Great Delusion.

Across the planet, death becomes a stampede, taking several forms--immoral wars, famine brought about on purpose, bio-weapon pandemics, catastrophic events, both natural and those triggered by dark-side technologies.

On the good news front, with the vigorous, take-no-prisoner energies of the Aquarian Age, and with the upcoming Year of the Snake, true WISDOM becomes valued, revered over the current shallow celebrity culture. This will be a gradual change, yet as strong as a Himalayan avalanche.

On the global mafia cabal front, killer drones and robo-soldiers, berserker purges against so-called enemies of the state, bankster gangster scams to wring every last penny out of your pocket, communist-style land grabs increase, mind-controlled and drug-controlled assassins for more horrific false-flag events, the loss of affordable health care, foreign invasions given legal sanction by the system--the totalitarian regime goes whole, razorback-ruthless 'charging at you' hog at this point in time.

On the freedom front, for THOSE who love and believe in true freedom, NOW is the time to watch your backs as never before. NOW is the time to form an old-west posses of protection for each other. NOW is the time to seriously train as swamp-fox renegades. It has come.

Trendwise, this week is a frenzy of colliding trends. 'What was' crashes against what is forming, and what will be. This means the cultural energies are shifting and quaking and battling. A melee of grand proportions.

Reach inward for a state of calm, and for making crucial decisions. When confusion persists, ride out the wave, and look for that bright spot of clarity, then decide, and take action.

This week, noticing and enjoying nature will be a balm to your soul. Entertain the idea of wisdom during those moments that belong only to you. 

 Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

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Wednesday's Words for January 30, 2013

My oldest grandson turned 21 on Monday. 21! Never mind that I really don’t feel old enough to be the grandmother of a 21 year old man. And never mind that another of my grandsons—my eighteen year old—is going to be a father himself this summer, making me a great-grandmother. The thought that has dominated as I think about this milestone is that time has moved way too fast for me.

It’s like I’ve just blinked my eyes and little Nick has gone from being a babe-in-arms to a very buff, good looking man. He’s in his final semester in college, studying police foundations, security and investigations but isn’t one hundred per cent sure what he’s going to do when he graduates. There are many options open him, including one that could see him joining one of the area police forces. He’s also into fitness in a major way and was thinking of pursuing something in that field. I look forward to learning of his choice, confident that whatever he chooses to do, he’ll be successful.

Being a grandmother is the best role I’ve ever had, period. And I’m really experiencing it in several different forms. With my eldest’s family, I’ve been a granny whom they see regularly, but not all the time. I’m not really involved in the day-to-day of their lives, and never really have been. Not for lack of interest or desire to be on my part; but bowing to the constraints of time, and distance, and the pure fact in life that sons tend not to come home as often as daughters do.

Old sayings become old sayings because they contain truth. “A son’s a son till he takes a wife; a daughter’s a daughter for all of her life.” That is the way it seems to be in our western culture. I’ve seen it with friends, and relatives, and it’ so in my own particular experience. Our son’s family spends more time with his wife’s people, and have from the first.

Our second daughter, who is the mother of my late son’s children, is very much a daughter in that tradition to us. We have those two children here a lot, providing the backup primary care-giving she needs to be able to go to work—she’s a nurse—at an area hospital. Nurses, as you may know, often work 12 hour shifts. So if she’s working days, we have the children here after school and for dinner; and if she’s working nights, we have them overnight, and I get them up and going for school the next day.

Our daughter and her one child—my 18 year old grandson—lived with us for a time, while she went to college and became a registered PSW (nurse’s aide). Even when they weren’t living with us, we saw them a lot. A week barely went by when we weren’t together for at least a few hours. Now, of course, she’s here nearly every day. And while her son has his own life he’s around quite often, too.

It’s interesting, this life I lead, getting to see the different family dynamics of my children with their children, observing the similarities and the differences between them, and comparing that to how things were in this family when my own kids were all still at home.

The truth is, though, they are all growing up very quickly, and changing, and becoming their own people.

My son, my daughter, and my second daughter are all better at parenting than I ever was. When I look back, I see too many times when I was too busy; I worked outside the home because I had to, and I never seemed to have the energy or patience that in hindsight I would have liked to have had. I don’t beat myself up over this. I did the best I could at that time, and in those circumstances. I just wish things might have been a little different for us—that the stresses of occasional unemployment and uncertain times might have been less.

I really wish I’d not let time slip, unawares, through my fingers.

I hope those of you who have younger children will take the time to appreciate your young ones, even when you feel driven to distraction by the work of life. “Taking time to smell the roses” is another old saying, and one we should all take to heart.

I promise you, they’ll be grown and gone in the blink of an eye. And you’ll be left to wonder how that all could have happened so very quickly.

Love,
Morgan
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Angelic Forecast ~ #230

Once Volcano leaps aboard his cloud, and smiles a farewell, Dhuroth adds,  "Good hunting."

"If you want to get to heaven, you got to raise a little hell, as the song lyric says," Volcano quips, then vanishes in a puff of light.

"Ozark Mountain Daredevils, I think that's the band's name." I say.

***

I stare at the Mars image NASA so proudly set before the public, this past week, as some sort of major accomplishment.

"Is that really a giant ancient riverbed?" I ask, then a pop a large lovely grape into my mouth.

Dhuroth and I are lounging atop a divan for two, inside his home's sumptuous sun room. Plants abound, and the white sunlight pours through the slanted glass roof.

My lion man rumbles a long chuckle. "There is a resemblance. However, my beloved, that is a raceway, of ancient origin yes. Yet still in use."

"Raceway?" I ask, astounded.

"Yes, think of a type of chariot." He strokes my arm. "One that is much larger in design than the chariots in the Earth movie, Ben-Hur."

"Wow, what kind, or how many...do horses even pull these chariots?"

"Various animals are raced, including a giant horse breed." My lion man affectionately gives me a hug. "When the racing season begins again, we will attend."

"Now my curiosity is really aroused. Are there recordings?"

"A library full. From the ancient times."

"But...?" I ask, knowing there's more to the story.

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Comes the time--beneath the embrace of the full moon in Leo--when the choice will made by all of us, within our individual hearts and souls.

The choice: Cower or Stand Tall and Free

For now, the mental rebellion rises, and soars on the leviathan luminescent wings of the Dragon Squad for Good. Yes, the time has arrived: the People now recognize their divinity.

On the magickal, mystical front, those who were born out of the catastrophic loss of Atlantis and Lemuria, that is, the ancient Mages and Druids, who later walked the Celtic lands, who then walked the Nile lands of Egypt...these ascended souls begin to walk beside us in spirit. With each passing moment, the connection grows and strengthens. For, destiny awaits.

On the personal front, this is the week for to-do lists, and for organizing what comes next in your life. At this time, a little organization will go a long way toward coping with the coming year, 2013.

If you have a major project of some kind, or many underway, this is the week to clear the decks. Next week, dive in for all you're worth.

On the personal level, the year, 2013, is a time for big ideas, and big follow through.

On the paranormal front, this week the planet, Mars, will be placed in the public eye deliberately. This is a long term plan to use the 'truth' about Mars against the people.

Like several headlines from last week, the supernaturally weird, wacky, and wonderful continues to come out of the dimensional closet. Be prepared. New worlds are opening up before our eyes.

On the economic front, gold and silver, as commodities, rule this week. For the next month, the Gold Wars heat up on the world stage, and make headlines.

At the same time, the 'too big to fail' banks fight for top position like rabid dogs. Out of this, the stock market is likely take a major dive, and show little recovery in the following weeks.

This, while more of the people get their money out of the banks fast. Trust is waning.

Meanwhile, the cyber coin is making its bid for prominence. That is, for those who are savvy in this realm.

And as stated before, the smart money is on those who create their own local economies, and learn how to trade and barter for the benefit of All.

On the truth front, staggering truth after staggering truth will face many of us. However, a dividing point is being reached in the overall population. There are those who will face revealed TRUTHS bravely. Then, there are those who prefer to live in denial. Thus, sadly, family conflicts will result.

On the war front, big military doings around the globe this week, and this coming month. Several nations are making their moves on the war chessboard, and this will dramatically increase the suffering of humanity as a whole.

One Middle East country is likely to be targeted in horrific ways. However, some of this 'false flag' attack may be mitigated by 'white hats' behind the scenes.

So many of 'the people' are raising their spiritual awareness beyond the idea and necessity of wars, that the dark-side controllers are way behind schedule in bringing about WWIII.

On the tyranny-at-work front, the propaganda blitz against gun ownership ramps up this week, as expected. At the same time, the TSA is loosed like vicious dogs on the people. None of this will end well.

On the AWAKENING front, as the Aquarian Age vibes shift and shape the world, a new sense of self arises. For those who are willing to accept it, there will be an inner power heretofore unknown. Use it.

On the communication front, the human family is becoming aware of itself. That is, many are now making contact with neighbors, and others, in good ways that will end the previous isolation.

More than ever, a lot of us are beginning to connect deeply, with caring and compassionate hearts. This trend will expand rapidly.

On the home front, this will be a rough week--for the country as a whole, and on an individual level for some. Likely, this will be due to either catastrophic natural events, superstorm weather, and/or what are called false flags.

On the food front, rage at the practices of Big Agra rises at a rapid rate, at this point in history. There will be ever-growing groups of people who shake their fists, then turn their back on the system, and make their way back to the land.

Meanwhile, there will be more revelations of how the establishment is poisoning the people with the use of synthetic chemicals, and other toxins in processed foods.

On the land changes front, tectonic plates, especially beneath the oceans slide, crash, and grate against each other. This is because the Earth is changing shape, and expanding its mass.

Weather extremes will continue planet-wide, in part, due to the activity of the sun. Northern European countries will face ongoing superstorm winter conditions.

Another series of small earthquakes will shake, rattle, and roll California, and other Western states. However, a bigger quake is looming in the near future.
Also, volcanoes keep erupting across the planet, bigger and badder than ever.

On the energy front, it is key at this juncture for anyone and everyone who has the knowledge, and the means, to bring about an energy renaissance with new devices, if only in your immediate community. In the long run, you will be rewarded far more than if you attempt to mass market the design or device.

On the really bad news front, a kingsnthe sun rays whenever possible, either outside, or by staying close to a sunny window.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 


Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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Chapter One

Michelle took several calming breaths, trying to untangle her frazzled nerves before opening the door to the small massage room. His mere presence turned her into a klutz, and she prayed today she would be able to keep her cool. Normally, she was the picture-perfect employee, always professional and cordial with all of her clients, but something about this one kept her feeling like she was constantly trying to walk a tight rope. Despite her occasional mishaps, he always remained kind and never made her feel foolish.

She did, though. In fact, she felt like a goofy teenager with her first crush every time he was near her. While a part of her wished he would request someone else for his daily massage, the other part of her—the woman—didn’t want anything of the sort. Michelle relished her hour-long sessions with Mr. Conrad, regardless of how much they threw her off-balance. Once she relaxed a little, it was hard to not enjoy his company. He was easy to talk to, charming, and sometimes made her laugh so hard that her cheeks hurt from being frozen in such a wide smile.

Mr. Conrad, or Brad as he insisted she call him, had been a distraction from day one. Each day that he came to her little massage room, she became increasingly attracted to him. The pull she felt had been building for the past couple weeks as their casual conversations had become lengthier and more intimate. She was sure he was only being polite, but her body tingled and reacted to him whenever he was near.

She had handled herself pretty well in that first massage. Keeping the conversation light but still professional, she managed to convince herself that his body was one thing, but there was no way his face could match the extraordinary sight of his physique. Or so she thought anyway.

When the maddeningly charming Mr. Conrad pulled his towel around him and sat up to face her, she was struck by a lightning bolt of lust. Heat coursed through her body faster than the speed of sound.

He wasn’t just good-looking, nor was he simply handsome or sexy. Those words would be gross understatements. He was easily the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes upon. Michelangelo couldn’t have painted a more beautiful portrait of what a man should look like. The tan landscape of his body treated her eyes to peaks and valleys filled with taut and sinewy muscle. The mere sight of him sent shock waves through her body, right down to her clit, making it throb unbearably while her pussy became wet with desire for what was hidden underneath the towel he held tight at his hips.

With a not-so-steady hand, she turned the handle and walked into the eight-by-eight room, which seemed smaller every time he was in it. Instantly, her eyes were met with the most glorious sight. For a split second before he got comfortable on the table, Michelle caught a glimpse of his ass. The stark contrast between his bronzed skin and creamy-white bottom only added to her lustful thoughts.

Her face flushed. She saw his eyes catch hers for a moment, and she was sure she’d been caught sneaking a peek. Michelle was struck with embarrassment and wanted to explain away her actions but knew anything she said would only make it worse. The way her heart was pounding, she would most likely stutter and sound like a complete idiot.

In an attempt to regain her composure, Michelle turned away from him, muttering something about needing a new bottle of oil from the shelf. Seconds later, she watched in horror as her fumbling hands had managed to knock over the shelving tower. Bottles and towels flew in the air before falling to the floor. In a panic, she started to stumble over her words.

“Oh, God. I’m so sorry, Mr. Conrad. I’m such a klutz. Give me just a moment to pick this up.”

He got up from the table and quickly came toward her. “It’s okay. Let me help you.”

With only a towel to shield him from her vision, Michelle could hear her subconscious screaming at her to reach out and yank the towel away. Her blush grew from her illicit thoughts. She quickly pushed her unprofessional fantasies aside and hoped the blush would only be seen as embarrassment from her clumsiness and nothing more.

“No, it’s okay…I’ve…Ouch!” As they both bent over to pick up some towels, they managed to butt heads. She didn’t know which had stunned her more, the sudden bang against her forehead or looking up to see his face, his lips just a whisper away. For a moment Michelle just stared at him. First his lips, then her gaze went up to his eyes. Their hazel color looked exotic. The mixture of bright green and rich brown reminded her of the feathers of a male peacock. It was nearly enough to hold her in a trance.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I hope you don’t get a bump,” Brad said.

He reached over and brushed his thumb across her reddened forehead. The gentle and innocent gesture made her nipples pucker. She wished that his fingers were caressing her breasts and not her face. Her naughty thoughts always got her in deeper with him, so she quickly moved away in an effort to increase the distance between them.

“Oh, I’m fine.”

Her hurried and less than graceful movements only made matters worse. Somehow, she managed to step on a bottle of lotion as she hurriedly picked up something else. The next thing she knew, he was muttering a curse word as she looked up to see a steady stream of white cream shooting in the air like a fountain as it landed right on top of his head. If the scene had been shown on America’s Funniest Home Videos, Michelle was sure she would’ve taken home the grand prize.

With wide eyes she apologized to him. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Conrad. I’m a complete klutz. I’m…”

He grinned, reaching over to place his index finger to her mouth. With a small smile, he said, “You’re human, Michelle. It’s no big deal. And look here, you’ve made the extra towels readily accessible for just such an occasion like this. Granted, I’d rather you had just handed me a towel, but I’ve gotta give you an A for effort.”

Michelle watched as he motioned to the mess on the floor and gave her a polite smile. He was so nice, so kind and understanding, that sometimes she forgot her body craved him. There were times, just like now, where she wondered what it would be like to date someone like him. He was confident, charming, sexy as all get-out, and so compassionate she wanted to reach out and grab on to him just so she could snuggle into his arms.

It took everything she had not to stare at him starry-eyed like he was some sort of movie-star heartthrob as he wiped the lotion from his hair with one of the towels. She could find absolutely no flaws in the man. He exuded sexiness, exhibited masculinity, and was so damn nice she could almost cry. Time and time again he tried to calm her nerves with casual chat. If only he knew what he did to her, there would probably be a giant, Mr. Conrad-shaped hole in the door as he ran for his life.

“Thank you. I’m normally not such a klutz.”

He shrugged. “No worries. Now, how about my massage?”

“Of course.” Michelle smiled, motioning toward the table.

She turned away to give him privacy. Although to be honest, she had to admit that it was as much for her self-restraint as anything else. If she caught a delightful peek at his ass once more or even a teasing glimpse of his cock, she might forget all her ability to walk and talk and turn into a drooling cave woman only able to make unintelligible sounds for communication.

Once he was lying comfortably on the table with his head down in the face cradle, only a tiny towel covered him. Michelle turned back and stared at him for a moment. His skin was tanned to perfection, and the gentle slope of his back leading down to his ass looked like it had been chiseled from the finest marble.

“I’ve been looking forward to this massage all morning,” he said.

So have I. She was glad that her voice didn’t betray her and say the words aloud.

“I’ll pick up the rest of this later. Just give me a moment to turn on one of the relaxation CDs and I’ll get started. Do you have any particular preference today?”

“Actually, can you leave it off this time? It’s always nice in the background, but I like it better when we just talk.”

“Oh, of course. Whatever pleases you, Mr. Conrad.”

She made an attempt to sound casual but feared that she failed. The thought of actually pleasing him sent liquid heat through her body, starting in her womb and radiating outward in waves of urgency.

Get your head right. She reached for the bottle of coconut oil—his oil of choice—and then applied a generous amount to her palm. She worked it between her hands and realized she needed more. Reaching for the bottle she began squirting more when his words stunned her.

“Are you trying to kill me with anticipation? Put those magical hands to good use and start rubbing already.”

Her mind instantly went to a fantasy she’d had the night before about stroking and rubbing his cock. Michelle bit her lower lip and squeezed the tube of oil. A generous stream shot out and left a trail up his back, right into his hair.

Oh, God. She shook her head at herself, completely mortified.

He turned to her with a grin. “Umm…Michelle, you’re going to start giving me a complex about my hair. Are you trying to say I need a conditioning treatment?”

“I’m…oh…” She couldn’t find the words.

Scrambling to the pile of towels on the floor, she picked one up and hurried back to the table. She started to wipe the oil off but realized too late she’d grabbed the towel he had already used. Sighing deeply, she looked at the concoction she had managed to mix into his hair. The white lotion and clear oil combined together made an odd-looking gel and started to clump in sections of his hair.

He reached around and grabbed her wrist. “Maybe you should let me do that.”

Shaking her head from side to side, Michelle desperately searched for words to explain her fumbling behavior. He must think she was the biggest idiot in the world. Why did he keep requesting her for his appointments when all she did was look like a female version of one of the Three Stooges?

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Mr. Conrad.”

“I thought I asked you to call me Brad?”

“Yeah, well, you also asked for a massage, and I can’t seem to accomplish that, either.”

He chuckled and tossed the towel back down on the floor before turning his head to rest in the cradle again.

“You have had a case of the clumsiness lately, but we’re all human. Now forget all that and give me a massage. I’m dying here.”

She nodded to herself. “Of course.”

Just as she took a step forward to reach across his shoulders, her foot stepped in some of the spilled oil. It was at that moment that she wasn’t sure which was more surreal to her, the inevitable fact that she was about to fall on her ass in front of one of the sexiest men she’d ever met, or the indisputable fact that she was, for all intents and purposes, the biggest disaster that ever walked the face of the earth.

Michelle landed on the floor with a thud. Her bottom luckily had a few extra pounds on it to cushion the blow, but it did not save her dignity. That flew out the window along with what was left of her pride as Brad turned to her and busted up laughing.

“Oh, Michelle. You are something else. I asked for a massage, not a vaudeville act.”

She smiled and shrugged through her mortification, deciding to make the best of it and go with laughter. What more could she do? In the past ten minutes she had managed to coat his hair with lotions and massage oils, all but redecorated the small room by knocking over shelving and allowing everything to scatter on the floor, and for the finale to her little comedy act, she had decided to go flying in the air and land on her ass. It was no wonder he was laughing at her.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be laughing. Are you okay?” he asked.

That’s questionable. She got up from the floor in a less than graceful manner as she tried to not slip again.

“I’m fine. Perhaps I should see if anyone else can massage you?”

“Not a chance. I paid for a massage with my favorite masseuse, and I am not leaving until I get it.”

Damn if he wasn’t as tenacious as he was gorgeous. She didn’t know why he even put up with her. Every time she saw him her nerves got worse and she became a walking, talking example of what not to do when a woman’s with a man she’s attracted to.

Good Lord, Michelle.

She had to get a grip. He was only a man. Albeit a damn fine-looking one, but still, he was just a man. Certainly, this man was not reason enough to get herself all hot and bothered to the point of complete and utter lunacy. Was he?

 

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