Julia arched her back toward the light, tender touch of the feather, longing in the soft sigh that escaped her lips.<br/><br/>"My favorite thing?" Julia thought for a time, a soft smile crossing her lips. "There are times when he'd have me kneel in front of the couch, with my head in his lap and he'd stroke my hair, he'd read to me or talk about his day And then..." her cheeks turned a bright pink color.<br/><br/>"He'd wrap his fingers in my hair and guide my head down to..."<br/><br/>She gasped as the cold, wet tip of the feather touched her skin, wriggling softly as she shivered involuntarily. "To please him while he kept reading, or watched TV. It was gentle...tender..."