” Holly teased. “You saw!?” Jessamine said as she felt her face redden. “Well yeah! I mean your moans aren’t exactly inconspicuous.” Holly... continued to joke. She moved towards the reflexive lake and sighed. “It sure it pretty out here.” Holly said, she took off her shoes and dipped her toes into the water. She turned around with a devious smile and began stripping her clothes off herself, Jessamine watched as her best friend disrobed herself. Underneath the flannel and tank top was a snow pale. The lawyers wouldn't have anything to do."My apologies, madam, I will return to the subject at hand. So, I have roughly about one hundred years of history."Gail was aware Atwood did not mention his son, Michael, who had shared the Law Office space with his father before his untimely death. He'd had an undetected defect in his heart and failed to awaken one morning. He had practiced law for only ten years. For the short time she had known Atwood, Gail could not recall him mentioning his son's. Maybe even find a secure placeto hide, but that thought faded as soon as he reached this side of theship where the crew had never seen him. Reactions ranged from open slackjawed staring to crewmembers stopping whatever they were doing andbowing deeply as he passed. This ship is as big as a city, and they'llstill be able to find me. According to the device on his wrist that hismother insisted he wore, he was already two hours late for a dose. Heknew for certain they were already looking for him.. And as I entered my mid-forties my sexual appetite only increased and by the time traveling basketball started I was feeling the need for sex, the naughty, wicked kind, not the kind I got at home I wanted to be fucked. My husband and I would sometimes play games like go to a bar and I would sit by myself and guys would hit on me all-night while my husband kept watch it was fun but didn’t really give me the naughty feeling I craved, the butterflies in the stomach or tingling pussy, oh sometimes.