Sitting them around the lovely small cottage anticipating that the electric may go out and if so then it would be the ideal time for them to have a ni...e playful night. And this would be the night that she gave Dave, his one most memorable fantasy that he had been begging her for.Once the candles were lit, she went into the master bath to prepare for the evening. She filled the luscious tub with warm water, adding the bubbles to it, and stepping in to soak. This was so relaxing and helped her. He shouldn’t be able to get in here. Ours is a secure, gated neighborhood.”“Miss,” the cop said. “I should haul you and your conspirators to jail for calling in a false report. You could do with a little bit of attitude correction.”I joked, “Maybe a mental-health evaluation would be better.”“How dare you, young man. Who do you think you are?” she asked.Ah, now she asks.“If you had bothered to ask, you wouldn’t be looking like a cranky old hag who can’t even a pay pool boy to give you the dick. I had read about it online, and was curious as to how it worked so set out one afternoon to check it out. It was an older place, and has since been torn down, and like most places, had a window at the front door where you paid, and then you walked into a long hallway that brought you to a locker room. This place had no rooms as so many do today, just a locker area and bathrooms on the main floor and the sauna, showers, and darkroom in the basement. I stripped down in the locker room and. Braedon’s birlinn entered the Sound of Mull and caught the surge of breeze in the sail, increasing their speed and the distance between them. Sloan stood with Braedon watching the two enemy birlinns behind them. ‘We ha’e the advantage, Sloan, they’ll ne’er catch us. If they come close enough, I ha’e something fer them that they’ll wish they had a stayed in their castle.’ ‘What’s that Laird Braedon?’ Sloan asked him, wondering what was on board that he hadn’t seen. ‘What every man fears the.