Greek salad fills our bowls. As I turn at a noise to my left, I see him, standing there, his eyes devouring my body. Mine return the favor, as I admir...e him in his tuxedo. I am reminded of a talk we had, of how we would one day have a dinner like this, formal and intimate. It would have been just like this, and I know that for all we will face in the ending hours, this dinner and the times we spend together will be remembered for all time. Taking my hand, he leads me to my seat and assists me. His hand was creeping towards the line of my robe, teasing the folds apart."Come here, Karissa," I said. She got up."Feel this spot?"I placed her hand over his lower back, dangerously close to the edge of the towel."Keep working that."I guided her hand back and forth, letting the tips of her fingers brush further and further under the towel until I could feel his ass rising beneath them."This is in the way," I said, removing the towel. Karissa stopped and stared at me, then at Maxwell's toned. . their home ... everything they had. Even though it is all little more than ruins now, it still belongs to them. Would you wish to abandon something you put your life and soul into, even though much of it was a wreck and a disaster?” Min proposed.“Few would abandon something that was theirs. Especially if there’s a chance that one day, it could become what it once was,” Shazza interjected.“Exactly so, Shazza! Exactly so!” Min smiled.“So, these groups aren’t really unified then?” Alex. The firsthalf is a tribute to A Force Of Habit, but the rest needed to be my own.This has been my longest running write so far. It's been rewrittenseveral times, put on the shelf a lot, and ignored for most. There wasa lot of excitement back when I released the first part, so I want to goahead and finish it.Please leave a comment if you liked it. Be kind if you didn't like it(you can judge my other stuff more harshly - this one needs some love).I'm just an amateur writer who tries to add a.