." Why, you... !" Rick took off chasing her at a run, and Teela, laughing, kicked up her heels, headed for the pool.Jean watched this from the bedroom...door, smiling faintly. Teela still had the weapons left that all women wield...Lon and Sally had been in and out of the pool two or three times; Lon, of course, was an accomplished swimmer -- but Sally did quite well, too. "Why haven't you gone out for swim team?" Lon asked, while they dangled their legs in the water, side by side."I'm too big,". I never knew his real name, but all the caddies called him "Ratman", not to his face, but when he wasn't around. I think it was his teeth, they were a little bucked, but it might just have been his personality. He had been a caddy himself a few years before, but since he'd been promoted to caddymaster, he'd become a real prick. He'd suspend guys for tiny infractions or ban them from the course for little or no reason, just because he didn't like you. In the '50's, being a caddy was a good job.. They talk about where they want to go, for holiday, in French; Marseille for him, Switzerland for him.Baptiste drives him to l'appartement.They drink wine; They have sex; They sleep. They have 4 days off, together; They don't get married; They don't get divorced; They don't merge their bank accounts.Baptiste drives him to work.They have lunch together; They talk, in French; About some bullshit.The snow is getting worse. He guides him to the Airbus. They go up. Noone is here yet; They have sex,. He showed his finger, which was wet with her juices. He offered his finger to Ashley and she sucked it into her mouth, swiveled her tongue around it, making him groan. ‘I missed you Ash, so damn much that it hurt,’ whispered Greg and dragged his tongue across Ashley’s cunt, delving deeper into her hot and wet pussy. His slow, long swipes made Ashley squirm, seeking more of his touch as she thrust her hips towards his chin. ‘Someone seems to be impatient tonight,’ muttered Greg against her..