Sensual Playmates Somehow she had wrestled a mattress into her old car and got it up the mountain and into the house. She had covered it with brand-new white sheets. Four candles stood around the bed, one on each side and one at the foot and the head. The flames flickered in the dark, casting a warm glow over Lisa where she lay in the bed, n@ked, the top sheet held over her breasts. "Will you come to bed?" she asked. I kicked off my sandals and took off my shirt. Standing where a candle could light my body, I opened my pants and dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I was pulsing with eagerness, but strangely calm, ready but not in a hurry, aware that Lisa waited under that sheet, as n@ked as when she was born...