The Morrisons stopped by every few days as well. They gave me Charlotte's address at the hostel in Montreal and I promised to write her. The thought o... getting a letter, or even a postcard back from her, boosted my spirits considerably. Mrs. M's leg was getting worse, though, and by the middle of the month, it was bad enough to keep her at home. At the end of her last visit, she told me she was scheduled for knee replacement surgery the following week.She nudged my arm, and with a wink said,. At least, they were still together…Béla jumped as Jake wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. He kissed his way down the side of her neck, giving her goosebumps.“Hmmm,” she sighed as he tightened his arms around her.“Welcome home, honey,” he whispered. Béla twisted around in his arms so she could return his ardent kisses.“Mom,” Lisa said, breaking their mood. “I’m hungry.” Jake and Béla tried to keep kissing, but they were smiling too hard. Lisa was always hungry after she. He placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Looks like you did, too. Need me to drive you home?”“I can drive.”Jake jumped off the barstool. His legs turned to rubber and he started to fall. Steele grabbed him. The two crashed to the floor.“Whoa, the room’s spinning,” Jake said.“What’s your address?”“Eight fifty-two Meadowbrook.”Steele got to his feet, leaned over, and snatched Jake’s arm. He pulled but fell on top of him. They rolled onto their backs side by side, giggling.“Shit, neither one of you. Already her nipples were erect, telling him she had been wanting this from the start. How long, he wondered? How long had she desired him like this? It was exciting to think about. He turned her so that he could press her against the cabinets. She wasn't so heavy that he couldn't lift her up onto the counter. Her heels dug into his thighs as he pressed himself between her legs. "Are you sure about this?" he asked her. "Are you?" she asked in return. His answer was a smile and to lower his head.