" But," stuttered Nina, "I was booked in for Monday, not Sunday." Today is Monday." Assured Donna.Sean chuckled and began to laugh. "I think I underst...and, you flew in from the United States, but you have not accounted for crossing the International Date Line. You go forward a day. And when you return, you go back a day." Oh, I guess that would explain that." Nina shivered again. "Um, is it usually this cold here?"Donna and Sean both looked at each other. "Don't!" Warned Donna.Sean smirked, "I. But I want to keepwriting to maintain what's left of my sanity. The women released me frommy bondage and promptly replaced it with something worse. My arms wereforced behind my back and bound into a single sleeve, made of some sort ofleaves and vines. It was tight to begin with, but then they made me takea dip in the pool to get it wet. After that a fire was started in acorner fireplace and I was made to kneel with my back to it. The leaveswere heated and dried and began to shrink. They. That was fine by me, and I felt my manhood perk up as I imagined fucking Courtney up the ass all over her house. In the bed, in the shower, hell, even on the kitchen table I was leaning against. My computer with the engineering software is in my room. Courtney said, interrupting my thoughts. She told me where her room was and said shed be up in a minute. I headed upstairs and walked into her room. I did a quick once-over and turned her computer on. Then I noticed that the bed was unmade. I. The love in her eyes was palpable.“Terry?”“Hi Blossom. I love you.”“I love you.”“Forever?”“Forever.”“Who are Lynn and Erin?”I took a deep breath and looked at her. My brain was running at a million miles an hour catching up and melding memories together.“Baby, those women are my wives. We have a lot to talk about. I hope that you can handle it all. I want you to know that I love you and that will never change. Ok? Do you believe me?”“I believe Terry Smith. I don’t know Paul O’Dell.”“Well that.