A Twist of Fun
The room with its opulent four poster bed was dimly lit by the candles that lined the top of the dresser. The three candles cast reflections into the mirror backdrop making the flickering light seem so much more magical than it would have been. Lynn stood at the end of the bed. Her pale blues looking innocent and helpless yet John knew better. Her eyes sparkled in the light as she stepped away from the end post and walked up along the side of the bed. One long tapered finger eased its way along the bedding then moved as it…