"Thanks for getting me my stuff, Barbie" he said putting the strap of the laptop over one shoulder and the strap for the pack holding the scanner on t...he other. "You coming with me?" What? It's fucking cold out there, you moron!" she screeched. "I'm a water sprite you fucking idiot! I'd be an ice cube within five steps!" Oh, sorry," he blinked. "Well, do you just want to meet me over there then?" I suppose I could," she mumbled a little embarrassed. "But that takes a lot of magic and..." And. They laughed and joked and got along well enough. Carter regarded Rachel as they talked. She was probably nearing 40, probably 5’4”, easily 250 lbs, with jet-black bobbed hair and a pale, cute, if rather chubby, face. He had hardly spoken with her prior to this trip, and he found he enjoyed her company. She had a sharp wit, and a tongue to match. He had never regarded her sexually before, but he took the opportunity to take in her proportions. She was clearly a larger gal, with an enormous. Her heels accentuated her legs and her leggings compounded that. She wore a tight black top overlayed with a cropped black blazer. Her dark brown hair took the form of a shore line, flat before curling inward at the ends. Becky placed a knee to the right of Avery's head then swung her other knee over him so that and arch formed above his head. The white ceiling above him, yellow-tinged by a desk lamp was replaced by blackness. The air above him had suddenly become moist. Avery reached his hand. Feel free to have some tea or a snack until I return.” Casey looked over at Lacy with a puzzled look on her face. Lacy responded. “Don’t worry. Sylvester knows what he’s doing.”Chapter 3 Casey was getting worried. It had been over two hours since Sylvester and Rick went into the bedroom together. Well, the women took Sylvester up on his offer and had a glass of wine instead of tea. Casey needed a drink and the wine hit the spot perfectly well. The sound of the bedroom door opened than shutting.