Retrieving her bra and her now buttonless blouse, Cynthia thought of donning them for a moment, but then handed them to David instead. "Hold these for me, will you?" she smiled at him, then slipped an arm around Jamie's naked waist and proceeded to lead the trio back into the mansion.
Once inside, her route was unfamiliar even to David, who had spent more time on the property than Dan. They all followed Cynthia down a short hall, then into an elevator that let them out two floors done, presumably below ground level, David thought to himself.
The door to the suite looked ordinary enough, but the normally unflappable Dan let out a surprised curse as they walked into the room. Cynthia smiled and paused only to grab a remote from a nearby table before putting her arm around Jamie once again and giving them the tour.
Doors on the far left lead to a smallish kitchen and a bathroom, while on the near left was what would properly be called a home theater, except that most home theaters didn't feature as many areas clearly meant for reclining as they did more conventional sofas, and undoubtedly few were appointed in a lush velvet so dark red that it almost looked black. Stairs toward the back of the room mounted to a sort of gallery or catwalk that circled half the room, sweeping back towards the theater and ending at a loft. To their right, one door opened to the suite's master bedroom, while another lead to a room that, incredibly, had its own swimming pool; not so large as the pools in the more public areas of the mansion, but plenty big enough for a small group.
Cynthia showed them all the room's features with proprietary enthusiasm, somehow managing to walk around and point things out without again relinquishing her grip on Jamie. Dan noted with no real surprise that Cynthia's characteristic aplomb was more than equal to the task of giving a tour while topless and with a naked teenager on her arm.
Dan smiled inwardly at the way Cynthia was treating Jamie like a new girlfriend. He knew how she felt: Something about Jamie just made you want to be close to her.
Back in the suite's main room, Cynthia gently turned Jamie to face David and Dan as they stood a few feet away. Standing behind the teen, she spoke low but distinctly. "It's not condescending to say that it will take you years to really understand how lucky you've gotten, Jamie."
"Look at the way they're looking at you," she went on, gesturing toward the two men. "How many times do you think you'll make love to them, separately or together, without jealousy? A hundred? A thousand?. How many people will never have a relationship like that?"
"I'd tell you that you've hit a one in a million lottery, Jamie, but the truth is, your circumstances are much more special than one in a million."
"But then, so are you."
Jamie couldn't answer immediately, because Cynthia stepped in front of her and covered the girl's mouth with her own once again.
Once inside, her route was unfamiliar even to David, who had spent more time on the property than Dan. They all followed Cynthia down a short hall, then into an elevator that let them out two floors done, presumably below ground level, David thought to himself.
The door to the suite looked ordinary enough, but the normally unflappable Dan let out a surprised curse as they walked into the room. Cynthia smiled and paused only to grab a remote from a nearby table before putting her arm around Jamie once again and giving them the tour.
Doors on the far left lead to a smallish kitchen and a bathroom, while on the near left was what would properly be called a home theater, except that most home theaters didn't feature as many areas clearly meant for reclining as they did more conventional sofas, and undoubtedly few were appointed in a lush velvet so dark red that it almost looked black. Stairs toward the back of the room mounted to a sort of gallery or catwalk that circled half the room, sweeping back towards the theater and ending at a loft. To their right, one door opened to the suite's master bedroom, while another lead to a room that, incredibly, had its own swimming pool; not so large as the pools in the more public areas of the mansion, but plenty big enough for a small group.
Cynthia showed them all the room's features with proprietary enthusiasm, somehow managing to walk around and point things out without again relinquishing her grip on Jamie. Dan noted with no real surprise that Cynthia's characteristic aplomb was more than equal to the task of giving a tour while topless and with a naked teenager on her arm.
Dan smiled inwardly at the way Cynthia was treating Jamie like a new girlfriend. He knew how she felt: Something about Jamie just made you want to be close to her.
Back in the suite's main room, Cynthia gently turned Jamie to face David and Dan as they stood a few feet away. Standing behind the teen, she spoke low but distinctly. "It's not condescending to say that it will take you years to really understand how lucky you've gotten, Jamie."
"Look at the way they're looking at you," she went on, gesturing toward the two men. "How many times do you think you'll make love to them, separately or together, without jealousy? A hundred? A thousand?. How many people will never have a relationship like that?"
"I'd tell you that you've hit a one in a million lottery, Jamie, but the truth is, your circumstances are much more special than one in a million."
"But then, so are you."
Jamie couldn't answer immediately, because Cynthia stepped in front of her and covered the girl's mouth with her own once again.
