As I walked to the ice machine retrieving a coke and ice for a late night drink , the husband came up beside and mentioned that he and his wife chose ...he old motel for the movies as this was their special night out ! He smiled and said why dont you join us for a drink once he found out I was from a city 300 miles away ! I had noticed his wife was very attractive and busty so I quickly said yes ! I ran to my room and quickly shaved and showered hoping for the evening to turn sexual as I have. Just as I sat down at my table two of my co-workers showed up and sat down too. for about ten minutes as they scrambled to make up a story why they were there to a third co-worker showed up and another few minutes a fourth, the one that gave me the tickets and sent me there. We ate our dinner and had several drinks while I listen to them try to keep a made up story going although I had a pretty good idea what was going on. I finished my drink and got up and said I was heading to the pool and. I thought for a bit she might be healed. I never had her faith ... never understood it. But," he paused, groping for the right words, "I see something real, in her, in you and Dulcie, in her parents. When she died ... I was half impressed by ... the reality of it all, and half furious with a God who would take her away from me." I know," Peter frowned, "I was deeply in love with Sara ... my first wife. It was like ... we were two halves of one whole person. We took Dulcie in, you know..." She. Callahan sits, hands fisted in his hair, head down. His suit jacket is haphazardly thrown to the side. His posture speaks of defeat and withheld anger. He looks up when he hears me entering. “I need you, Miss Steel.” There’s a desperation in his voice that I’ve never heard before. I come closer, circle the table and stop in front of him. He pulls me closer to stand between his legs embracing me, burrowing his face into my abdomen. “Five fucking months of preparation, only to be informed that.