"And you're 'broad where a broad should be bro-o-o-ad.'"She jumped at me with yet another long, fabulous kiss.There was one other small, but immensely...significant, difference to our evening from the previous ones. When we went to bed we again made love with as much fervor as on every night before, and finally collapsed beside each other ready for sleep. But just as we were drifting off she put her hand on my face and gently turned it toward her. "I love you, too, Nicky sweetheart," she said. “ Now girls, go unpack your things and show these young brave men the word of our Lord and Saviour.”“ Yes, ma’am” we asserted, even Hope with that funny fake lisp.The coach then marched the boys off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a regular patron here, I had managed to wheedle this deal. We needed enough distance away from the coach’s room for him to not hear anything.When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a boom box we had. "Oh. I don't think that I know her. Does she hang out at Gigi's?"Sam laughed. "Alexis, Alexis. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose!"Sam seated Alexis in the living room, and as she walked towards the kitchen to put the rose in a bud vase, she asked over her shoulder, "Would you care for something to drink?" Some wine would be nice."Alexis was pleased by Sam's reception. She had half-expected Sam to slam the door in her face, or begin screaming and shouting at her. She was hopeful that. The house had been sold recently to a married couple, after being empty for several months. She looked out her window, and saw a lovely woman with long brunette hair walking to the house with a good looking guy. Misty noticed how well her shapely breasts pushed out against the tight blue top that she wore. She had gone with her parents the previous night to meet them. They had introduced themselves as Kyle and Sarah Peterson. He was twenty nine, and his loving wife was twenty five. They had.