He looked down as he watched me rub against him. He slowly moved his hands from my back down to my ass where he pulled up my skirt. He squeezed me clo...er to him and I could feel his boner against me. "I want you to fuck me here, on this counter," I whispered into his ear. I started to rub my hand over his dick and could feel it getting even harder. His breath started to become short as I felt him shiver. "We've not got long. My friends will be back soon," he breathed as he wrapped his arms. " Try seducing him during a game," I suggested with my eyes still closed while she shampooed my hair."I did that when we first got married. And it worked! But now that the boys are getting older there is little chance of that happening," Sally lamented."When I was younger, my parents bribed us kids to go to the movies on Saturdays so they could have a good time in the sack." Now how did I know that? I asked myself but it was vividly painted in my mind."When are you getting married, Ms. Brooks?". Pins and needles reminded him that he should have been wearing gloves outside. His search of the cupboards had produced a bottle of Bourbon. Two glasses on the low table between the settle and the fire were half filled with the amber coloured liquid, warmed by the reflected heat of the dancing flames that refracted and glinted through the glass.Jason sat opposite her and reached for his glass. He studied her face as if to burn the image into his memory as he sipped the warm spirit and felt it. It was too much of a coincidence; too likely the kind of sophisticated vindictiveness of which I could easily imagine Margaret capable. She'd been the doyenne of clever retribution for wrongs real or imagined, she had deceived me for years while she protected every personal detail of her own life. As Sarah had revealed when we were on the run, she'd had simultaneous sexual relationships with both of us, maybe others too, and yet we knew nothing. She was amoral and yet totally judgemental.I.