He had watched the ruins of buildings rebuilt, almost in unseemly haste, as if to purge the lingering scars of destruction from sight, from memory. Me...tal scars could not be expunged from the mind so easily. Time is the only healer, and that, not very successful.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall, a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each had a story of the last world war, holding memories of fallen comrades. “Well, three things if you count Melody—and I do.”Hmm. Melody, drawing, and racquetball. I had a feeling I knew what we were doing this afternoon. Kate and Wendy took me to the zoo. Melody kept me at home all day and brought ‘helpers’ in to assist with our day spa. I still hadn’t processed the relationship that was developing between Bree and Melody. Lissa had me pack equipment for sketching and racquetball. We wouldn’t be back for most of the day. And with Lissa, I was pretty sure it would. I wonder if he is also bisexual as he ogles my cock as I walk around to tease him.I can hear Susan walking in stiletto heels before she emerges from her dressing room.“Like my outfit?” she teases.Apart from her heels, perfume, lipstick on her lips and nipples all she is wearing is a very high cut, black g-string. The thin side straps of her g-string are very high up and the look is sensational from the side as they highlight her long legs.She turns around and slowly walks the length of the room. The position left her shoulder tantalizingly within my reach, and I couldn't help but to bite the juncture of her shoulder and neck, sucking lightly. This caused a high pitched moan to escape her, not that she did anything to hold it back. I chuckled at her enthusiasm."You...you are having...way too much fun with this..." She panted. I raised an eyebrow and gave a hard thrust upward as she drove herself down causing her throw her head back with a short scream. "Goddammit, Camrey!" She cried,.