I wanted to still be a little naughty.My husband got home shortly after he called, and greeted him from the couch before he went off to shower. I was ...in a weird state; I was desperately horny, but knew I could do nothing about it, and I hopelessly wished it would just be Monday already. When my husband returned from the shower, I think he picked up on my mood as he asked if everything was alright. I told him I was fine, but I think I was maybe coming down with something. He seemed to accept my. It was just like any other camp ground I’d been to. There was an office, a store, a large shower and two shelters for picnics or meetings. The only thing different was the rest room building, it had no walls, just plumbing fixtures and the roof. From up on the ridge I could see the entire camp along the beach of the small lake. It was late in the season and there were only a few tents and campers s**ttered about, the occupants still sleeping as the sun rose above the horizon over the lake. I. Tenderly, he explored her mouth and delighted in the tart flavor. ‘Thanks.’ Hannah returned the kiss with a burst of passion. ‘Thank you back.’ They continued their silent meal until they were full. Hannah regressed into sullenness. Tom got up and brought the wine bottle back from shore. He removed his shirt, drank a slug and sat down with his back against a warm rock. ‘Are you going to Bogart that?’ ‘Yup.’ He took another hit. Hannah ignored him for a while. ‘It’s hot,’ she said, and pulled. Then I bounced the original hard drive onto the cement floor forty or fifty times before it took a final swim to the bottom of a local lake.I left Terri's laptop completely untouched. I was certain that there would be incriminating emails and other documents on it, but I had more than enough of that available from other sources. No fingerprints of mine had ever touched that machine. I hoped that this would help keep my butt safe.I kept an especially sharp and vigilant eye on Joel's incoming.