The phone rang sometime early in the morning, around 2 or 3 I think but I didn't feel like answering it. The bed beside me was cold and empty and in m... semi-asleep state I assumed that she had had a flat or dead battery in her car. Hah! Let her call AAA I thought and went right back to sleep. I'd forgotten that Avery was still with her or I would have most certainly answered it.The phone rang again at about 4:30 and then again at 6 when I gave up and answered it. Then I wished I'd really. His hands slowly made their way to her breasts, just flicking her nipples, then her neck, then holding her face in-between them. Breaking the kiss, but not the eye contact, his hands slowly sliding down the front of her dress, open palms lightly brushing her nipples, feeling them stiffen under his touch. He allowed her to gasp this time, then pulled her to him in a hug. Taking her hand in his, he led her further down the block, then around the corner, stopping in front of a wrought-iron gate on. He threw himself into the pond, soaking himself from head to foot and crawled into the nearby muddy patches and covered himself in splotches of the mud, putting some on his face all over his black beard. He heard the growls of the dogs, as he checked his sword belt. It was empty. He had lost his dagger, his sword and even the small blade he hid on the inside of the belt. It was extremely small and thin, it was his last resort weapon if needed but it was gone. How could he even fight these. Just about the time she had screwed up the courage to approach that deeply-tanned construction worker or that unbelievably sexy road crewman, fishing season was over, the salmon runs were gone, and she had her husband back.She reached down over the side of the bed, fishing for her "smut basket" as her husband teasingly referred to it. Instead of finding her trusty butterfly and dog-eared copy of Slow Hand, her fingers brushed across a flap of mesh, then caught painfully on a sharpened barb of a.