"The seat tube used to sit on a bolt through the brakes hole, but now it sits over the other end of the u- bolt. I dremeled a groove in the conduit fo... where it sits against the bottom of the U. There was too much play in the tube, so I cut a--"I consider asking what dremeling is, but then I have a better idea. I grab your jacket and shove you hard against a treetrunk, then burrow my hand through your scarf and grip you by the hot skin of your throat and lean in close.Our eyes lock, and for a. " As soon as the words came out, Jack regretted it. Mariah's eyebrows rose for just a second, and her eyes sparkled."Really? That's too bad. I was going to invite you two over to a great end of year bash this weekend."Sure you were, he thought. He again gave a polite smile. "Yeah. That's too bad."The conversation died again, and Jack silently hoped Mariah would make her exit. He hoped in vain."You know, you could always still come, Jack. You don't have anything going on Saturday night, do. She'd never felt so rested after a night's sleep, every morning waking up with energy to burn and ants in her pants.Then there was the sex. Why would anyone suggest that sex before turning eighteen was bad, or even worse, those religious holier-than-thou people spouting abstinence until marriage. Why? Sex was fantastic. Like really, really fantastic. Maybe if you're deeply religious you can't enjoy sex. Or maybe if you don't enjoy sex you end up being deeply religious. Either way, they were all. Will asked, “Did I just blow it for both of us?”“Not even close,” she answered in a voice husky with arousal.He didn’t miss it, and smiled as he asked, “You want to head up to our room?”Amelia shuddered and answered, “Oh my god - yes.”Charles looked perplexed when he saw them sliding out of the booth as he returned from the bathroom. Will turned toward him, and some silent signal must have passed between them, because his eyes widened, and a smile sprouted on his face.The moment he reached.