Frances hadinherited a good bit of money and she wanted to experience more lifethan our rural area could provide. After all there was no need tostay c...ose enough to be loved by her father when he was gone. Withina year my grandmother died as well. They say that often the spousedies of a broken heart shortly after the first dies. Then, maybe theyjust die. We went back to Atlanta and stayed for several weeks.Frances had all sorts of meetings in office buildings and bankbuildings. We stayed in her. Where the hell did the growl come from? Okay, kittie cat, this can’t continue. He was going to be a wreck with a very large set of blue balls if he didn’t get out from under her. Leave it to his brain to tell him to crawl further underneath her. That is a no-go, Houston! The pulsing in his groin responded with a ‘hell yes!’ Nathan tried to move once more, and Charlie stirred. ‘What time is it?’ she asked in a gravelly voice. Nathan turned his head to the alarm clock. ‘It is 6 p.m.’ Charlie’s. At least not tonight, doing her... normal job. She had been toying around with a new idea for an exhibit: Seattle After Dark. Have to work on the title she thought to herself. It sucked. It was cliché. But what she wanted to do was look around Seattle after the sun had set and the real denizens of the city came out to play and find them doing whatever they did. Megan didn’t know what she was going to find, but she was looking for it.Her camera was going to tell their story. Yeah, Megan had a. She looked like she had just gotten back from something athletic. She was in sweat pants and a tight T short and her long black hair was in a pony tail. She stepped into the middle of the room as Pete turned his chair around and smiled. "Hello, Lana. What can I do for you?" Lana took a deep breath and said, "I was out jogging just now and thinking. Thinking about what we do." She paused awkwardly for a moment before proceeding, "I have to admit that I enjoy being... Well... being under your.