Hell, I could remember most of the verbiage on the last contract I did for Rodger’s company. ‘I should,’ I mumbled to myself over my beer. ‘I...’d spent long enough on it.’ It earned me an odd look from the bartender as he passed by, but I ignored him. Thoughts of Rodger made me sad. Maybe it was his death that sent me over the edge? I guess it was possible, but this all started before that. Or did it? Did I somehow change what happened to help me accept the death of my friend? ‘This is. It's so isolated up here; it's great. Francesca, you want to come along?" he asked."No thanks, Steve. I've got my book, and I'll just enjoy the peace and quiet," she replied, reaching to a side table and picking up a book with a bookmark mid-way in the pages.As Steve and Kevin walked out into the meadow, heading towards the creek at the bottom, Steve turned to Kevin and spoke."Well? Isn't she everything I told you? Beautiful, charming, captivating — and from the first moment I set eyes on her,. She was right, my cock got hard as a rock and Sara just kept going like a fucking machine. “Now, let’s get that pussy wet,” Shy says as she stands Sara up and lays her back down. Shy motions me to come over, and I am completely under spell. I kiss Sara’s thigh as I slowly move in closer, rolling my tongue over her pussy lips. I slowly spread her pussy lips apart, and sucked on her clit as my tongue worked it over. I looked up and saw Sara moan as her hands ran through my hair. Her eyes glazed. Mayhap before last evening she could have sported together with him and moved on to another with dowry at hand, but not now. He wished for her body, she wished for his heart. She smiled wanly to herself, ‘And his body.’ Indeed, even as she prayed, Lilac seemed to feel Sir Reynard’s hands and lips and tongue on her still. Her body burned for him. She never guessed how much better a skilled lover’s touch would feel than her own, or Willie’s, for they had been equally ignorant. At least this.