The darkness was absolutely complete; my eyes could catch no trace oflight at all.But all of my other senses were at their most alert. The room wasfi...led with small moans, heavy breathing and gasps of pleasure. Theair was heavy with the scent of mixed perfumes and after-shaves andcolognes — and the earthy, musky smells of sex. I could reach out inany direction and touch skin — the tough, hairy skin of another man,or the smooth, soft skin of a woman. (AdProvider =. She had felt the real and honest guilt of a sinner, who admits she is a sinner, and knows, deep in her heart, there is nothing she can ever do to repair that sin. But she had also received grace in the forgiving embrace of the man she had judged, judged before she had ever met him, judged in violation of the scriptures she so often quoted. And it was that undeserved grace that had finally penetrated into her soul, lighting up the darkness she hadn't even known was there. After fifty years of. " That's wondeful," I said, hugging her. "Who's the lucky fellow?" Gilbert Blythe. I'm his Anne-girl." She sighed and frowned. "He hasn't gotten here, though. I hope nothing has happened to him."Brad waved at me and went out the door and I got her to tell me more about Gilbert. By the time she finished telling me about how he'd once pulled her red hair and called her carrots and she'd hit him over the head with her slate; and about the time he'd rescued her from drowning when her boat sprung a. Sam was a bit buzzed already, and felt that as he hadn?t mentionedanything when Bill was playing with his bikini strap earlier, he hadeffectively ceded that area to him. Bill?s further exploration of hisbreast area seemed okay as well, perhaps due to Sam?s feeling good fromthe wine. Sam found himself actually enjoying Bill?s feeling him up,and particularly the light rubbing of his nipple. He decided to relaxand let Bill play with him.Bill had by this point eliminated even the minimal gap.