Momma Carrie smiled, pushing a locke of claire's blonde hair from her face. "You're so sexy," she said, her eyes taking in the flimsy rehab uniform that the girl wore. "Why don't we start today's treatment with a massage? I want to see that lovely body under me, glistening."<br/><br/>She took out a small bottle of oil from her jacket pocket and held it up. "Now, claire, take off your clothes. I need to see you naked, sweetie. I want to touch that silky skin of yours." Want and need were key words for claire. they weren't a lie, but Momma knew to pepper her speach with them.