It didn't look anywhere close to being cleanedup.They sat down together, sweating from the hard climb. She reached intoher canvas bag and pulled out ...two bottles of water. "Here", she said,tossing him a half-full, opened bottle. "Sorry about it being opened,hope you don't mind" she said, looking away. "Not a problem" Davidsmiled, and downed the whole thing. It felt good, though it tastedsalty. She turned back to him and smiled, the first real smile she hadmade since meeting him.They sat. "To cover her pleasure at that, Julie quickly asked, "Your wife left you?"His eyes looked briefly saddened, "We weren't married. But we'd been partners for two years. She talked me into buying the house." Yet she left it? A famous author, a beautiful house..." Julie checked, feeling that she was being too inquisitive. For a few seconds Greg gazed across the pub, and she was sure he was considering what to tell her.Eventually, he leaned across the table and, told her the basics of his time with. Laurel went upstairs to check on Zara when she didn't come down to breakfast, with a worried frown she peeked in Zara's room, Zara lay curled up sound asleep in her bed, Laurel touched her forehead softly to make sure she wasn't ill, then closed the window and quietly pulled the drapes. Laurel sent Mar a message that Zara was sleeping in and that she wouldn't be over, Laurel sighed as Mar came skidding in a few minutes later "what do you mean sleeping in? she beats the sun up every morning, is. She was clearly confused, but I was about to de-confuse her.After we had enough of kissing, fondling and groping, I grabbed her like a bag of cement, carried her on my shoulder Flintstones style and made way for her bedroom. She was quite light and manageable. She just gave a slight "Ah!" and then she let go, again, while giggling a bit. She would later be punished for that giggle. That was also her last attempt of resisting. I threw her on the bed like a sack of sand and started undressing.