I felt his weight upon me, crushing the air out of my lungs, and I thought, "Oh, no! This idiot is accidentally killing me, and I have no way stop it!...Perhaps I had shown some muscle tone, insofar as firming up against the first onslaught of this guy, but now I lost even that, and was 'dead meat' under him.I heard the door open a crack, and it must have looked like this guy was fucking me because I heard the guy in the doorway turn and tell the others that Lance was banging away at me!Then,. . just like there are always 'they.' 'They say' is the beginning of more trouble and argument in the world than any other two words I can think of ... except maybe, 'which God?' followed by 'yours or mine?'"David?" Sorry to have to wake you, chief," I apologized, "There's going to be dense fog by sunrise. and it'll probably burn off by noon."He turned and walked up to the bow, I could see the reflection of his face in the green bow light ... he sniffed, decided his course of action and walked. He shook his head.You were in there for a long time. I was thinking about something, she replied. What about, he asked. You. What you think about me. Us.He opened his mouth but no sound came out. She noticed him slack-jawed but she did not pursue the topic. His mind was in turmoil. She moved to the shelves and peered at the titles of his books. In doing so, her pert bottom was in his direct line of sight. Through the thin denim shorts, he could make out her panties and something else.He became. I thanked her, checked with thecaterer, returned to the drawing room and announced dinner, desperatelyhoping that no disasters lay ahead.To my great relief, none did. The table in the small dining room wasperfectly set. Mrs. Sweet had ordered a simple menu: a spiced lentil andbutternut squash soup, cold smoked king salmon, roast Cornish game hens,a Mediterranean salad and a simple lemon sorbet.The food was excellently prepared and the courses arrived at perfectintervals. I served and cleared.