"This is about Sarah," said Darryl. "She's obsessed, distressed, and depressed, and I must confess, I can't take it anymore." Well, consider yourself ...ucky," I sneered. "At least you have a wife to care about. So what is she upset about. Did you guys run out of people's lives to fuck up?" She's upset about you," he said calmly. "Sarah probably won't admit this, but she's in love with you." Whoah, I haven't seen or spoken to your wife since the day at the convention," I said. Both men laughed. "Yes, yes!" groaned Faye between kisses."Oh god, oh god!" groaned Megan.They were very quickly building up to another orgasm, and were clearly not going to stop till they did."Yes do it, do it!" groaned Faye"Yes, yes!" groaned Megan.Their wrists were a blur as they fingered each other rapidly, their bodies bucked together, and the bed was squeaking loudly as they worked quickly to another orgasm."Yes! YES FUCKING YES!" cried Faye as her orgasm hit again."MOTHER FUCKER!" cried my daughter.They. Cien spun around and glared at the old man. He was greeted with a newspaper that covered Henry’s face completely. ‘What nonsense is this that you speak old man?’ Cien demanded. Henry sighed, and folded the newspaper before setting it down in front of him. ‘The Lady Regan, my laird. She won’t be won with arrogance and chest pounding.’ Henry rolled his eyes. ‘Believe this old man when he tells you that. No woman is won in such a way.’ ‘And why would I be wanting to win this Regan?’ Henry smiled a. . with Pey.I looked at them through the water in my eyes.“Is it true?” I whispered, hoping they would just ask what was true but they both nodded their heads. “It’s not supposed to be like that,” I whined. “Peyton lived to be sixty-five. She can’t die fifty-five years too soon.” Beca and Rachel were the only ones I’d told the truth to about my previous life. They understood better than anyone could what I was talking about.“I’m so sorry, honey,” Rachel said. She leaned over to kiss me gently,.