It seemed they were talking about some women they knew. And she could tell by the odd laugh here and there that it wasn’t about taking them out for ...drinks and nibbles. As the time passed she caught herself listening more to them and reading less of the papers. She heard the door go and the one with the blue eyes entered the room. She looked up at him. “Where’s your friend gone.” She said absently. He looked at her his muscular frame silhouetted against the doorframe. “Oh Jim.” He smiled he just. Life rarely is. My boyfriend wasn’t a bad man… perhaps that was the problem. Perhaps I was a bad girl. Something deep inside me craved a bit of danger – I was too young to settle. I was heading towards a mortgage, a husband and kids couldn’t be too far away. Perhaps I needed to be bad one last time? That was close to the truth.Joe was a ‘bad’ lad - that was the truth. I kidded myself that I could be the one to save him. If I just showed him some kindness - if I gave him the incentive to behave,. "Aren't you even going to say hello?" she asked after a while.I jumped like I had been shot and Sam giggled. "Sam?" "You've got it. How do I look?" she asked as she got up and did a spin."Gorgeous," I admitted.She held her hand down to me and asked, "Are you ready to go to the outfitters?" Absolutely," I said as I let her pull me up.I was surprised at the quantity and quality of the equipment they had available. They had one of the recommended tents and we checked it out. It was a five-man tent. “Shh, baby. Don’t rush me. I’m exploring.”“But I need you now.”“Delayed gratification, little one. I’ll make it worth your while.” And with that, he went back to his “exploring.”His big hands grabbed my knees and forced them apart before he slid his hands down my legs.At first, I thought it was odd when I realized that he was maneuvering to lick behind my knees, but once he got there, I was officially done thinking.That was as for south as he went before doubling back and running his nose up.