"Actually, I wouldn't mind at all if you didn't put anything on." I said. I could tell that my boldness caught her off guard by her surprised look on ...her face. "Are you hitting on me J?" She asked with a very slight smile. "Delaney I'm gonna keep it real with you. You sexy as hell to me, and I know that I probably don't have a chance to have you so I'm pleased with looking at you." I answered. "Um oh wow. Um I honestly don't know what to say." She said. Then I just looked directly at her eyes. It was a chilly 45 degrees that night and it would be perfect. We sat in the tub getting sloshed on the wine. As Tara drank more I noticed that she seemed like something was wrong. She smiled less and just seemed depressed. It totally was not the girl I knew. I finally asked her what was wrong and she broke down crying.George had cheated on her and told her that she didn’t love him anymore. He wanted a divorce. Tara was destroyed over this. They had been together now for almost a decade. Broad shoulders supported a thin neck and ample breasts. A flat stomach widened into broad shapely hips. Kelly had the perfect hour glass figure. Her mother was the same only differentiated by being slightly taller, and the very occasional glistening grey hair in her mass of jet black hair.Rachael had lived with Kelly and Steve for some two years now or more to the truth Steve and Kelly had lived with Rachael for the two years. For it was Rachael who had put up the money to buy the small café. As he was about to enter the cave he heard a scream from deep inside, followed by a thunderous roar over his ears and a flash of intense heat over his skin. Sir George was immediately alarmed, but managed to catch his wits before they abandoned him completely. That scream was not a scream of pain or anguish, but of fear. No doubt the dragon was torturing her with threats of dismemberment and fiery torment. Sir George knew this was part of the fun. The dragon wanted to hear her beg before.