Perhaps it was the fact I only drink tonic, ice and lemon - no gin! Perhaps not. Bill now looked worried for the first time. Now time for a little gam...esmanship."Tell you what Bill, I got a bit lucky last time - you break."He couldn't refuse the offer, even though it didn't really look good to the now fascinated bar.From just behind my left ear Jack sniggered, "Christ you bastard! Hope he doesn't get lucky!"I muttered back "So do I."Bill didn't--poor break and he never got back to the table as I. "That's what I thought you'd say." Scott said as he got the flap ofBrian's fly apart and brought down the non-metallic zipper with a whisperof sound. This brought out a flash of white, Brian's briefs, extending intothe gap of the fly by Brian's hardening cock. Scott's fingers fondled thisbulge and Brian managed the first words he'd had since Scott had firsttouched him. "God, man, God!" "Don't worry, I'll take care of it, I'll take care of it." Scottsoothed him with his soft tones. His lips. Together they discussed the latest turn in their TDY and what it meant for them."I feel OK about us working separately, Sandy. I've said it a few times now. I won't clam up or be nervous with the NCOs." Ben sounded exasperated, but Sandy heard through it. He's proud that he looks at things differently now."I can see us both changing. I want us to be sure that we're still together at the end of this." That wasn't what Sandy intended to say at all, though she found she meant it.Ben took her. Considering how uptight she had been on the way to Colette’s she recalled being conflicted about what might happen when she got there. She had hoped she was wrong about the reason she had been invited to tea. The kiss at the Cotswold’s had fixed the idea in her head. She hoped it actually wouldn’t come out that way. At the same time, she wanted to be close to Colette and wished it might. That woman put a fucking spell on me she thought. When tea was over and it happened, she said to herself,.