" I hope you like the books at least." I do. At first I was just curious about what you liked but they've grown on me."Di studied his face for a momen...t. "Why can't we talk about what's going on between us?" Jason felt the tension move up the back of his neck."How would it help?" he said with more bitterness than he intended."I don't know," Di whispered as she lay her cheek against his chest."You already know I like you and I know you like me. We also both know we can't do anything about it.". My conservative approach has given way to my unbridled lust, and now I see everyone who walks through my doors as an offering on a plate.Stephanie and I have had some interesting encounters since breaking new ground together. She's still the same old tease, and can still get me so riled up I need to take a break and slip away up to my office to ease my tension. She's constantly pointing out pretty young things and whispering dirty nothings in my ear about what we should do with them. . In their minds the word isolation had not yet formed but they could feel it. Their hope of ever seeing other people again was diminished, swept away like the bridge.Refusing to be deterred, Clark replied, “Well, there’s still the scenic road.”He turned the car around and didn’t look back as he drove away. At the junction, he stopped again and looked down the quiet, lonely road to Millbrook. He said nothing. His staunch expression betrayed him.Katie patted his arm. “In the spring,” she said. “In. After fourteen minutes, the door opened, and Faith walked in, slightly out of breath. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top like she often did when she went running or to work out. She was red-faced.“What in the hell is going on, Faith?” Larry asked as soon as she came inside.“Nothing is going on,” Faith explained, sitting down across from her husband. “He’s a nude model. I was painting him. That’s all.”“Oh, come on,” Larry protested, “you expect me to believe that? He had a giant.