Her mouth opened and her soft, wet, probing tongue found his, sliding... "Martin! Martin, dinner's ready!"... into his mouth, as he hand probed her br...easts, pulling her laced bodice open and freeing her fine, large breasts, their dark nipples erect with... "Martin! What is taking you so long? Dinner is on the table! Would you please hurry up?"Damn it! Martin Willoughby opened his eyes.Oh, well, he thought. Maybe later.Getting up, he pulled up his pants, flushing the toilet for effect. He. .. I think! we continue our conversation instead. Your leg brushes against mine again.. that was no accident... you actually rubbed it against me slowly, seductively & most definitely on purpose... I don't want you to stop so I reach under the table & gently pull your calf closer to my leg... no resistance my fingers subtly caress the siky material of your stockings & I can feel the heat of your soft skin through the gossamer thin material... I watch for you reaction... yep she like my touch. I have written a couple hundred thousand words this month, just playing.”“That is art too, you know. Ask anyone if Shakespeare was an artist!”“Maybe. I think of it more like a craft. Anyone can follow a patter, saw a board and hammer a nail, but not everyone can create a jewelry box from scratch that becomes an heirloom.”“Hmmm ... sounds like art to me!” Amelia said, shrugging.“Wait, Hadrian ... why do I know that name?” she asked, squinting at me.Fuck, fuckfuckfuck.“Hadrian’s Wall? A structure. Now, everyone sit as straight up as you can, keep your knees touching, close your eyes, and let’s just breathe in and out for a while. The book said something about a mantra, but I’m thinking we can just think about our love for Cal, and he can think about loving us.”I closed my eyes, letting my head clear. I realized that, other than sleeping, I really hadn’t had a lot of downtime since I’d been here. I let my mind wander, just breathing normally. I didn’t, couldn’t, forget the girls in the.