I got a bright idea to run to the back deck and jump into the pool real fast to make quick work of the cum puddle in my pants and wash away the eviden...e. As I crept out onto the back porch and towards the pool I heard a whimper in the dark. I approached one of the lounging chairs where my wife was laying half passed out on her stomach, her swimsuit pulled half off and her tits flopped out onto the lounger.She seemed half aware I was there and murmered to me come over. I tried not to. ”“No, he didn’t.”Gazing up into the night sky again, she didn’t notice that Adam had started another joint until he grunted, “Here,” and held it out to her.She hesitated. She was already high enough, but for some reason she wanted to stay on the same plane as Adam, be on the same wavelength, in the same world.She had just taken a toke when the back door opened. Their server stuck her head out and said, “Adam, you know you can’t smoke that shit here.”“Sorry.” He took Lucinda’s hand. “Come on,”He. It was heaven on Earth; a throwback to imperialistic Europe.Helena announced herself at the restaurant and was led to a table for one. Within a minute of sitting down, in walked Ewan. Helena started to wonder whether he was the person she had to meet at six the following evening. She firmly parked the thought.Ewan noticed her, nodded and smiled but decided to let the waiter direct him to another table. To her surprise, it was Helena that asked him to join her.As two complete strangers, not more. And on each end of the crossbeam, instead of maybe some representation of old, roman era spikes, are modern hasps with metal rings attached to them. The whole thing is a creepy sight, but somehow fitting in this room.Agatha sits down on the throne-like chair.“Yes, Mr. Barlowe. I very much want to cooperate,” she says again, folding her hands on the desktop, in between an old, silver fountain pen on her left and a decorated silver box that seems to serve as a paperweight on her right, with.