They thought that she was just a model. I'm used to see Kris in different outfits, so I was not surprised when I heard the sound of her heels and then...I saw her slowly coming to us and bringing a bottle of whiskey. The George’s, Josh's and Michael’s reaction was different. They stared at her by unblinking strained glances - the same as when she brought us lunch.- You, guys, really want whiskey... Did not drink for a long time? - I asked, looking at them.- Not really... a drink of whiskey or. It's very dim with only sputtering candles for light. Your back is to me as you slide a Moody Blues CD into the player. 'Nights In White Satin' is starting to play. Justin Hayward is writing letters he'll never send. You are wearing a silky, loose-flowing long gown. It‘s just slightly see-through with accents of fine lace. The candlelight makes it shimmer as it softly moves with you. Your panties are barely visible through the silk. I am wearing a business suit, power tie and all, just home. They were surrounded by abandoned factories where the old service road was scarred by frost heaves and cracks with spindly weeds pushing through them. Lilah was three years older, but they were both too young to remember when the industrial park had been active and booming. Runner had a flash of the attention she’d get if the area were crowded with workers the way everyone described it from the old days. In a pair of tight cutoffs, her thighs were strong and lithe. Her skin was tanned a shade. “It looks great. What made you decide to change it?”“I wanted to turn you on,” Pam said.“Well, it’s working.”“Are you surprised to see Pam here tonight, Billy?” Etta asked.“Uh, yes, I guess I am. But I’m not disappointed.”“That’s good, that’s what we were hoping for. Because, you see, we both owe you quite a bit of gratitude.”“Gratitude? But why? I didn’t do anything. I can’t take credit for being attracted to two sexy women.”“Au contraire, you did quite a bit for us actually.”“How did I do.