When Lance got home he went straight to his room, tossed his duffle bagaside and fell onto the bed in exhaustion.Dad poked his head into the room. "He..., If you're gonna sit around andmope all afternoon, at least unpack all of the boxes in his room."Lance groaned and got off the bed looking at the boxes of Simone's stuffnext to his bed. He picked up each box and carried it over to Simone'sfuture room.When he was done with that he looked at his own girl clothes that used tobe hidden by those. I find it difficult to share too much with people I know really well; but it's like with a stranger there is still some distance? Perhaps it would be easier to talk to you. Anyway, why were you walking down the beach on a day like this, crying?"I was a bit taken aback with her directness, "You don't mess around do you?" She smiled again."Do you need a bunch of small talk?" I shook my head, no. "I didn't think so, you looked very sad out there and I felt you needed a shoulder to cry on; somebody. "I know sir, and actions have been taken to restore it." Harlan replied with a calm voice."And these actions are?" Hugo Dacca queried."Firstly, I have approved that contact should be made with several free-lancers, and agents are already out looking for suitable ones." I'm not thrilled about that, but I suppose that discretion is the key here." Quite so, sir. Furthermore, I have sent out or best covert operative to find the crosier. Naturally, she will know who the free-lancers are, and will. “I am sure it was,” Sarah agreed. The two headed to the bathroom and cleaned up as best they could with cold water and wash cloths. The two made themselves breakfast.“What do you want to do today other than the obvious shagging?” Blake asked as they ate.“You are incorrigible,” Sarah responded. “Sex, morning, noon and night.”“You seem to enjoy it too,” Blake countered. “You’ve never refused it.”“Except once last night when I was too sore,” Sarah added. “Do you think our dads will be back today?.