" Looking around I continued more seriously, "...And a crowd of nosy neighbors avid for scandal would be a bad thing." Gwen took my hand, leading me i...side, continuing to hold my hand as she dragged me to the first floor master bedroom. Okay, perhaps 'dragged' inaccurately conveys reluctance on my part to accompany her. The bedroom was dim, windows covered with room-darkening drapes. The gas fireplace offered the only illumination, its flames giving an erotic glow to Gwen's body. I reached for. Noises filled the air as it came, the whooshing of brakes, the screech of the wheels, the echo of its arrival reverberating around the whole body of the station. Like being at a concert, he felt the music of its arrival throughout his body, the bass gripping at his insides, while the treble tingled at every nerve ending. There was a moment’s pause, as time seemed to stand still before the inevitable release occurred. Although he knew it was coming he was never the less surprised at the sheer. I wanted the computer to be able to easily fly any of the helicopters.It was now a little before noon, so I decided to start on the BBQ. I was just about to light it when the front gate chime sounded, so I walked inside and looked at the monitor. It was Rebecca. I hit the gate button and asked her to pull up front where I went to meet her."Hello Rebecca I'm glad you decided to join us. Please don't feel threatened, this is just a friendly lunch," I said.She looked at me and said, "I'm not sure. The top is crowded with soaps and deodorants and the rest of her daily ordeal. Her everyday workout clothes are hanging from hooks along the back wall. I reach in and take down her top.Like the coach, I bring it to my nose and breathe in the rich, intoxicating mixture of sweat and scent and perfume. But that is not my query and I hang it back up. I turn to the door where a large picture of Troy Kelly, resplendent in his football gear, is taped. He looks like every other grinning, moneyed, blond.