She sat, the papers in her lap momentarily forgotten. She had been reviewing the changes she had been considering in her presentation, but now focused...on the road ahead, though not seeing much that was there."My guess," Sandy answered, "is that he's neither. I think he's just a more-or-less honest workman who got caught in the middle." More-or-less?" Helen asked."Well, yeah. I mean, he didn't refuse to carry Sauter's messages, even though he works for Schellen. I haven't heard whether he stood. The only difference was, Kathy and I would leave on Thursday morning, while Suzanne, Paul and Ashley were booked to fly out on Friday evening.I scheduled two vacation days, as did Kathy, and everything seemed to be all set until a power outage caused all the computers to crash where Kathy worked just two days before we were to leave. Kathy worked two twelve hour days trying to get things back to normal, but she knew she wouldn't finish by Wednesday evening.I called to try and change the dates,. “Vic, it’s been too long. How are you holding up?”She sighed, releasing her embrace. “I still wake up expecting him to be on the other side of the bed. But I have to stay strong for Beverly.”“Beverly,” he said, noticing the young girl hiding in her mother’s shadow. Since it was accompanying booty jeans shorts, it was hard to guess whether her black metal-band t-shirt was her attempt at wearing something somber for the occasion or simply a coincidence. “Last time I saw you, you were this high.”. Smiles. Privacy. Secrets. Bigger smiles. You drape your jacket over a chair as a whiff of aftershave catches your nose. Warm hands on waists, hotter lips. No urgency.Yet.We move closer together. Your hand slips under my shirt, fingers seeking a nipple to twist. Tongues probe gently. My shirt is unbuttoned as your skirt is unzipped. Both landing at our feet in one fluid motion as our breath quickens.Still no urgency, only arousal.Kisses on a neck, nibbles on an ear, acts that I haven’t performed.