There was a darkness between her thighs, mostly in shadow, the curly hair and lack of light made the details fade into obscurity, but she could feel a...slight dampness.How long had she been here? it may have been ten minutes, it could have been the entire day, time had no meaning at this point. She started to close her eyes, blocking out everything, even if only for a moment, but a tug at her braided hair, and the feel of a hand on her shoulder jolted her back to attention. She was not the only. She opened the door as Marco walked in first and like yesterday hit the shower and wash your hair. I noticed the clock showing 6:30PM and I asked what do you need me to do. She tells me just relax. I said can I turn on the TV? Sure, please feel like you are home. Do you want anything to drink...I will get it like at home...as I walk bye her she grabs my arm to a complete stop looking at her. Thank you for driving us home as she gave me a short kiss on the lips. Anything for you then I felt a. “I wish you would reconsider.”Raanciel looked up at his brother. The older and larger drake stood in the doorway of the room with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He was leaning against the doorframe, his 7 foot frame hunched slightly to fit. Raanciel looked away and turned towards his pack. He closed the flap of his leather bag and threw the strap over his shoulder. He stood and looked at his brother with a frown. “There is nothing to reconsider. I cannot stay here,” Raanciel said and. My wife's mother told me that they had gone to the shop. They came back after a while and we all sat around the fire enjoying the flames and a few more drinks until it was time to head home. Years later my wife told me that, when her and Larry had gone off, he had taken her hand and placed it on his leg as he was driving to the shop. She had started stroking his thigh and asked him if he thought that Angie and I were 'getting up to mischief'. He replied that he thought we were, on a fairly.