" She laid her arm on mine with her hand on my cheek."No, I'll be OK, just need some coffee or a red bull." Or me?" She had that look of desire in her...eyes. I was getting harder every second she gazed longingly into my soul."Think you got what it takes to wake me up?" I asked playfully. She responded by reaching down and placing her hand on my now hard cock."Feels like you're already awake." She said smiling."He is, I'm not." Well, lets fix that." She pulled the blanket off of us, exposing. ”“Thank you, yes I will ask Danny to go and get him for you and bring him back,” Jon answered moving off to ask Danny to get Mark Campion.Fiona took Jo through to the Kitchen, giving her some tissues to wipe her eyes and making some coffee for all of them. Jon had arrived back a minute later and the three sat and talked.“What are you going to Jo?” Fiona asked“I’m really not sure, I think it will be the end of Mark and me but beyond that, I have no plans. I suspect that I will have to make my. Yes, anger. It was God that held the power of life and death for us. How could I be angry at God? Yet there was the interminable bureaucracy of trying to solve the simplest problem in a Latin country. "Si, Señor. Mañana, por favor." "No, Mister Fisher. You must go the Mayor's office to do such a thing."Even the Embassy with their pretentious, "You just have to wait, Mr. Fisher." Or, from a friend, a soon to be ex-friend, "Terry, you just have to keep hoping. Maybe she was at a nearby village.. Not at the same time anyway. And yet, if Jill thought she wanted me, she WAS going to find out what she was getting."That's a more complicated question than you might think," I said. "Sit down and I'll try to answer it."She didn't argue. She just sat down in one of the metal circa 1950 lawn chairs that was beside the hammock. She was still wearing that jeans skirt, and she didn't have on panties this time. She didn't exactly pull the skirt up, but she acted like she'd never had a single modesty.