He never thought he would find himself lusting after someone like Lana. Alas, he has no quarrels with opportunities like this in his life, especially ...hen they’re fun-sized.“Yup, I remember those days too, Mr.Hemsworth.” Lana replies, approaching the older gentleman from behind. Adrenaline flows through her veins as the tension rises. Eventually, she arrives at his flank, pausing momentarily as her eyes pan on his silver curly hair. ”…He smells so good.” She thinks, legs weakening as his. " Lyn said."Why is he doing this?" Drink and drugs. If it wasn't for Dimples working and paying the rent for their flat they would be out on the street." Dimples works in another university near her home, surely someone would have noticed her bruising as well as I had. I had noticed it and took her word for the reason, so I suppose they did also.What had come over my sons, three of them had turned out to be wasters. Maybe I should have beaten them, but I had been one of the vocal few who had. Even though they brought in part-timers to help with the inserting when needed, inserting on top of everything else was a pain in the butt. The long solo run out to Warsaw and back would give Mike another favorable opportunity to think, and it was clear that he needed the opportunity.How many times had he gently pressured Kirsten to do something about the house, only to have her brush him off? Now, one snake, and she couldn't wait to sell it. He hated to see Kirsten upset, as she'd gone through. He whispered a greeting into her neck and smiled when he felt her shiver in response. She felt warm and soft. She smelled of blackcurrants and wood smoke and he could get used to this. Alex played banjo and sang folk songs. He had a powerful voice, which came as a surprise to Richard, he couldn’t recall ever hearing Alex speak before. Ivy and Ruth joined in with choruses. Ivy had a beautiful voice, it was rich and melodic like her laugh and he was enjoying hearing it properly after catching.