If they were lucky, they were fleeing.All the allies we had hoped would pitch in- the arena guards, the competing knights, Ricard- were dead around us... having been burned or hacked to pieces by Gogol, Mariska’s mercenary companion who was more than happy to murder people on her behalf. Some party they turned out to be. At least Gogol was dead, too, having fallen victim to Ricard, Katriana and one of the dead knights.Hell, casting a wider net, the only other three people who even liked me in. "Yeah. Is that okay?" Umm..." Lynne paused. First she glanced at Tricia, and then at Joey. "Well..." Then she cocked her head at Tricia. "That's very nice of you. Thank you." She ran her tongue through her cheek and turned back to Joey. "But umm..." Then she turned back to Tricia. "Can you excuse us for one moment?"She spun and pulled Joey's hand, turning him to face away from Tricia. Then she leaned in and whispered to him. "Joey?" Yeah?"She sucked in a large lungful of air through her teeth.. She was both happy and terribly disappointed at having to leave her Spanish lover, and actually shed a few tears before we arrived home. It was three weeks later when she missed her period that we began to wonder. A second missed period four weeks later, and a doctor’s visit and check up confirmed it - she was pregnant. Only then did she admit to me that she had not returned to her daily birth pill following our last planned six month attempt for a baby. We had finally decided to abandon any. Ginger often had either my cock or Doug’s inside her body, if not fucking her then in a blowjob. The three women also spent hours together on a daily basis, usually when both Doug and I were too worn out to do anything sexual except watch, which we often did.We did two overnights with each other’s spouses during the week. I went to Doug’s bed on Monday and Thursday nights, as he came to mine to be with Ginger.One thing we all decided over another communal dinner mid-week was that we loved.