Saturday afternoon, Tim and Betty Thol showed up at our door. Sarah led them into the living room and asked them if they wanted a drink.“This isn’... a social call,” stated Tim immediately. “Betty told me how Jack grabbed her breasts at the party last night. Just because she wears low tops, it sure as hell doesn’t give men the right to grab her.”“Wait! You’re saying Jack grabbed Betty’s boobs?” asked Sarah. “Where and when did this happen?”“We were in the kitchen. I asked Jack about getting. I looked at the three remaining players. I felt as though I knew everything possible about Vlad, but nothing about the other two. Everyone in the club except me seemed to know them somewhat at least. It was proof that I didn't spend as much time in the club as I had planned.The cloak and dagger, as I had expected that it would, had somehow become the Ex-pat club for soldiers in the undeclared war. I was determined that the struggles from the real world would not invade the club. It was the. ” I whisper softly as I lean down and I feel her lips part in greeting to mine as they touch and I taste the sweetness of her mouth. We were just really starting to kiss and my mind was already surrendering its blood flow to my lower head when my phone rang loudly and we both jumped. Cursing, I dug into my pocket for my phone and at the same moment Mallory ducked past me toward the bathroom. It was the guy from the repair place saying he would personally be over in 15 minutes to drop off the. I giggle when I catch your eyes on my cleavage. I picked out my favorite bra for this occasion, but it won’t be here for long. My hands go to your hips, and I raise your shirt up so you can take it off. I kiss you again as your hand fumbles at my bra clasp. You unclip it, and I let it fall to the floor. I pull you close again, and our bare chests push against each other. You hold my hip with one hand and stroke my silky, hazel-brown hair with your other. I take off my round glasses and set them.