Claire would have been very pleased to hear that Marcia hadbeen able to spot her so easily after all this time. She would take it asa compliment. But ...hat wouldn't be the way it was meant at all.Claire had weathered the intervening years. It wasn't time that was theenemy, but the struggle against change that took its toll. Claire had thehard, determined, shellacked look of someone set in their way, in theirthinking, in their certainty. A kind of rigor mortis of the spirit showedin the hard look. “Tie,” she said, her eyes on fire.“Not really.” I handed her the rod.“Why not?”“I did it left-handed.”She narrowed her eyes, replaying my recent cast in her head to verify my claim. She was too sharp, though. “No you didn’t! You’re such a liar.”I chuckled along with her. “It was worth a try.”Heather smirked. “I’m going to have to watch out with you.”“Watch out? For what?”“Cheating. Should’ve known, ever since you stole my fish that one time.”I laughed as I recalled that incident. I counted that. After about 10 minutes or so I felt soft wet kisses going down the small of my back all the way to my round ass. He spread my cheeks apart and started to slowly lick up and down my ass. His warm mouth and thick soft tongue felt so good against my body. I started to moan and tried to turn around but of course he wouldn't let me. He was far from finished. Next thing I knew he was slowly inserting his tongue in and out of my asshole. He moved down, still licking my body slowly, and found my sweet. ”“MERCEEEEE... EEEEEEEEEE!”“Have a nice honeymoon...”“Part of it will be spent here, I reckon.” Quentin turned and took Gunnar Svenson by the arm. “All set?” he enquired.“Ready to go,” said the Swede. He was obviously quite fascinated by the scene being enacted.“MERCEEEE... .EEEEEEEE!”Julia’s voice was cracking. Callously, Quentin kicked himself free from her weakening clasp and moved towards the helicopter. Then he turned back.“Oh, Madame Vesta,” he said, “I think, in addition to the birching,.