.. and the 'gift.'" The only gift I think about is the one that brought us together that morning in Ste. Maxime. Which brings up my ongoing question; ...hen are we going to be able to be together for good?" Be patient, Harry. I'm working on it. My strategy counselor and I are almost there. We'll make it happen. Trust me." Just who is this strategy counselor?" I shouldn't tell you ... but ... it's Charlie." What! What's Charlie got to do with it?" She came up with a plan and we've been working on. Realising my hubby isn't here I say "Where's Dave?" "Don't worry about him" Mark says as our lips lock together in a passionate kiss, tongues fighting. Mark's hands continue caressing me, softly moving up and down my back and over my bum, giving me some playful spanks which i enjoy! Pausing from kissing he lays me flat on my back and begins caressing my tits, gradually moving lower, whilst I run my hands over his muscular chest, looking into each other eyes smiling happily. As his fingers reach. On a clear day the picture window looks out over the trees, down the hill to the mountain lake below, now hidden behind the haze of falling rain and cool fog. Her thoughts are far away, the rain barely registering except as a quiet drumming in the background, she’s thinking too much about him. How did they come this far… how did she find someone like him – how could she deserve someone like him? She lifts the mug to her lips as she thinks back on the moments leading up to this one. As if on. It was a simple question, no preamble, no explanation, nothing more."Sure," I said, spontaneously, nothing more.Victor came outside. "Ready?" he asked and I told him that I was.Megan disappeared inside and we left."Man!" Victor exclaimed. "If a girl looked at me that way, I'd have her in the sack before she knew my name." It's not like that, Vic," I said, already resolved to avoid discussing Megan with him. He must have heard it in my voice because he didn't say more. I told him that Neill had.