I lift my left leg and fold it around his right calf. The fabric of my tights slips slightly over the denim of his jeans, but my leg remains comfortab...ly hooked around his. I want to twist my figure and melt into him. I feel his warmth radiate into my body and press against him some more. My right hand travels from his head and down his back, pausing on his backside to appreciatively embrace it in my palm through the thick denim. The hand continues its journey, snaking over limbs and sliding. I was numb when Bobby put his truck in drive. “We’ve seen enough. You need to calm down and think about what you want to do. Let’s go fishin’.“What?”“We’re supposed to be fishin’, remember. Besides, what better place to make plans than at a deserted lake in the middle of the night.”So we fished. Even caught a few. Mostly, though, we talked.“What you gonna do?”“Divorce her. I don’t see any other way out. I need to keep Chad. I DO NOT want him exposed to what she’s doing.”“All right, we need to. He shut down the car and slid his long, lean frame from behind the wheel. Walking up to the front door he was careful not to tread on the flowers or the grass. Instead he used the sidewalk and at the door he wondered if she hadn’t been watching or waiting for him. He barely had a chance to knock on it, or ring the door bell before it opened. Her eyes took him in from top to bottom and he saw her smile with that same glow that so often had filled her eyes. ‘About time you came home lover, I. " I nodded. "They don't let people in the tombs."I shrugged. "They let us." And just who are you?" The Brit asked."Who are you?" I asked in response. Now Nobu was giggling with Papa.The Brit looked at his companion. "What a rude upstart! I, young man, am Colin Smythe-Windsor, the Undersecretary of the British Ministry of Antiquities." He gave me a smug look as if I should now be quaking in fear."I see." I bowed. "I am Kaiba William, son of Kaiba Seto. These are my parents Jounouchi Katsuya and.