"Scott held his fingers up as he approached the bar. "Two root beers, please." Coming right up," the bartender replied."Root beer?" Janie asked."Perfe...t cure for a hangover," Scott said. "A good root beer solves most of life's problems."The bartender stuck a mug under a tap that dispensed the foamy goodness. He topped the mug off, set it on the bar top and filled the next mug. He handed it to Scott in exchange for a couple of dollars.Scott took long, deep drink. It was cold with just the right. I won't do that." No, I only want to save him." The other Faith tried to calm herself,"You have to trust me. This is the only way." I'll find another way. I'll force him to stay somewhere safe from nowon." You know him, he'll still come for you." I have to have to try. I can't leave him. Either way I'll be withouthim. At least one way, we can be together for a while." Good luck then. I thought the same thing." The other Faithdisappeared.Moments later the light reappeared, filling. It was half past six. Lindy had recovered her natural wake up time."We need a full day today," Lindy explained. "I want to work on the two pieces before Sam and Barnaby arrive at the chateau. I expect them around 10." Sure," I said, getting a kiss from my annoying lover, making her much less annoying."See you in half an hour," she said too brightly before practically skipping out of the bedroom."Where's Christa?" I asked."Went to bed alone," my wife told me. "I did kiss her goodnight." That's. ‘Come,’ she said, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom, ‘let’s take a shower together, it is so erotic.’ Trina adjusted the water to an ambient temperature and stepped over the edge of the bath and under the warm water, Simon quickly following. His cock was still erect but now took on an extra hardness at the thought of washing each other all over, and what must inevitably ensue. Pouring a liberal amount of shower gel in one hand, she began to smooth it all over his chest. Simon’s.