Giving Away Virginia Holton

"Are you having fun?" Marla responded testily.

In fact, this was a ceremony the two of them carried on at least once each week, and neither of them minded it at all. It was one more means by which they expressed their deep affection for each other.

"Of course I am," replied Virginia with a straight face. "I believe you are over-worked, over-sexed, over-gifted with enough sensuous assets to make up for any ten normal people and under-relaxed considering the pressures on you. Furthermore, I am convinced that Jason plays a large part in your exhaustion. And finally, lots of people really get hot over women with muscles; you also bear the added burden of their gathered desires."

"Virginia, Darling, a., Jason and I have a very active but reasonable sexual relationship, and, b., you are one of the reasons I am over-sexed and over-worked. Do you realize that only two nights in the past month have passed without our tangling in bed? And I oughta call you the 'Blonde Typhoon' because you will simply not have any mercy on me and give me a break!"

Virginia smiled the broad, beautiful Emily Procter-like smile for which she had become famous throughout the company. "Of course I realize that. And of course I have no intention of giving you a break. Remember that famous line Louis L'Amour used in his westerns...all of which I have read, I must add..., 'If you open the ball you'd better be ready to dance.' Remember that?"

Virginia's mother nodded laboriously, "Yes, I remember. Only because you've told me just short of one-thousand times complete with novel name and page reference."

"Well, you started something with Prism and with me, Darling, something sexy and delicious and perfectly delightful, and you are at the center of it. You, Marla Holton, are everyone's image of the woman they'd like most to bed for a week. And you, my beautiful Mother, asked for this."

"I did not!"

"Yes, you did!"