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colors that best suited her, and the kinds of clothes that complemented her curvy frame. She also picked up some tidbits about socializing on the way. But Nadine had never found any real use for her friend’s lessons. So, she stored them away in her mind, as she stored away the beautiful lingerie she felt compelled to buy. Finding comfort in the knowledge that they were there, but never daring to wear them.
    The last time Nadine had seen Gloria was at their college graduation, three years ago. They promised to always write or call, and for a while they did. Meanwhile Nadine furthered her education at the Brooks Art Institute in Memphis while teaching part-time in an optional school for exceptional students. Whenever she saw a very smartly dressed woman with class to match, she thought of her friend, and even though she admired such things, she felt they had no place in her life.
    Gloria’s letters were the highlight of those years. Filled with events and people that Nadine could only dream about, written from cities and countries she had only read or heard of. The last letter she received said Gloria was embarking on a trip to India, and she’d be hearing from her soon. But soon ended up being a year, and it was only a couple of months ago that she received a short note, nothing like the letters of old.
    Nadine walked over to one of the long counters lining the walls of the room, put down the towels, removed her contact lenses, and placed them in the case. She noticed shampoo and body oils were neatly placed on one side of the marble slate, while bottles of varying scents huddled together in the center. Another huge mirror in a sculpted, painted frame hung above it, while stools crowned with ample cushions were spaced out below.
    Nadine’s attention was drawn to a spacious opening that led further into the interior of the unusually shaped bathroom. It grew darker as she progressed. Catherine had said she had lit all the lamps, so Nadine assumed one of the lamps had gone out on its own. She hurried out to get the matches Catherine had provided. Upon her return, she stepped inside the dark area. The wall felt finely textured as she rubbed her hand along the surface, feeling for the candle-like lamp that she assumed would be there.
    â€œAh, here it is,” she announced, striking the match and placing the flame against the used wick. Amazingly, an impressive sculpture of Poseidon sprang into view between clouds of steam. The massive object dominated the huge room with his furling beard and poised three-pronged spear. His scaly tail divided a mammoth sunken tub. Nadine could hardly believe her eyes. Had she lived a thousand years, never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined such a sight inside someone’s home, let alone their bath!
    The flame from the lamp created many foreboding shadows, and the sea god’s icy stare did not help matters much as Nadine looked warily at the imposing, powerful figure.
    â€œMy, aren’t we fancy.” She spoke aloud, finding comfort in her own voice. “Well, I tell ya. I’ve never undressed in front of a man before,” she professed teasingly. “So if you’ll just close those big eyes of yours, I’d be awfully obliged.” She mimicked the Southern belles she’d heard so much about as a child.
    Nadine began to untie the belt around her waist. Just as she had almost completed her task, she heard a husky, masculine voice coming from Poseidon’s direction.
    â€œI would love to see what is underneath that robe, but I do not know if you are ready to show it.”

Chapter 4
    Nadine stared with disbelief at the magnificent statue.
    â€œI can tell from the conversation you have been having with yourself,” the silky voice continued, “you probably believe this statue is the one who is talking. I hate to disappoint you and tell you it is not so.” There was ill-concealed mirth beneath the words.
    Instinctively,