.. it would take a while. My face still ached, and I hated the multi-hued bruising around my nose, my eyes. My nipples were still super-sensitive. But... all of that will pass.The inner stuff ... the terror I’d felt, the despair ... well, I was back with Dr. Lindsey Conners. The FBI was footing the bill.I hadn’t had any Wexler nightmares, but I wasn’t sure that was a good thing. I was concerned that I might be repressing as much as I could. Maybe I needed to ... well, I didn’t know what I needed. Pushing back firmly against her rising panic, she tried to divert her thoughts by gathering some visual impressions of the naked kids on the pool deck.Robin was short, a little over five feet tall, with curly black hair, and had a sturdy but not fat figure, with cute, small round breasts, a neatly trimmed bush, and a really curvaceous ass. Her friend Richard was also short; he was stocky with a broad, smiling face, thick biceps, a well-developed chest and six-pack abs, and a bushy black pubic. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling, letting him know she was fully aware of his interest in her delicious ass.His cock was throbbing and sending him signals that it was not happy with the situation and needed some action before much longer.He decided to go up on the roof and stretch out on a towel to catch some rays. First, he stopped at the icebox and got some beers and shoved the little portable radio under his arm so he could listen to the Saturday "Top 40 Tunes".Sal was just. Teresa, Joan and I cleared up after the meal, loaded the dishwasher and set it going and then headed to the living room. As Sam was on her way over, I suggested that the girls put on their clothes again until Sam was settled with the environment.We opened another bottle of wine and filled the glasses. There was a knock at the front door. Joan went and answered it and I could hear some chatting in the hall for a couple of minutes before Joan brought Sam into the room – Sam came and stood in.