She pointed out her late husband's place of business, and I showed her some of the taverns where I had useful contacts. I did not mention Amanda and h...oped we would not cross paths.Back home, she pronounced it a pleasant day, a change from the routine, and we supped as usual."You married?" she asked as she poured me more chat.With my mouth full of bread and jam, I shook my head."And why not. Surely you're of age." War," I said. "Tain't right." Hm," she said, "lady friends?" A few. We've been. "Meg giggled. "That's okay. We've already exchanged each other germs." She blushed - she wasn't used to being so forward.Blake smiled slyly. "And bodily fluids too." He took a sip of his wine and sat next to Meg, their legs touching. Meg's heart skipped a beat as Blake's bare thigh rubbed against hers. She glanced down at his hairy, muscular legs and took a big gulp of her wine. "Why Blake, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get me drunk."He laughed merrily. "Maybe I am." It was. We are absolutely sure.”“Both of us,” echoed her father in the distance.“It’s a very long way.”“Follow your star, Sam,” shouted her father.“Will you visit me? I’ll pay – you’ve no idea how much they want to pay me!”“We’d love to,” her mother replied. “It’ll be an adventure for us, and you can visit that nice man in Europe who saved you last summer.”“Perhaps Mom, perhaps. I don’t think he’d want me to visit.”“He will, honey.”The next day, she again seated herself in Mr. Desmodine’s office.“Yes. He couldn't resist her. Rolling to his side, he reached out to stroke Emma's back. His hand moved in gentle circles that moved ever lower until he was stroking the warm cheeks of her behind. He gently squeezed one, his hand dipping into her cleft. "So firm underneath such smooth skin," Dave thought. It still amazed him. She yawned. The muscles under Dave's hand were suddenly taut. They relaxed as she gave a contented sigh. It was almost a purring noise."You know that always gets me wet, don't.