Danny and Sarah had been separated for about two months because he was out of the country on a job and although he called her every couple of days, Sa...ah was getting to be a cranky feline, pit-bull.When I got home on Friday night, it was obvious that something had to give. When I came in from the garage into the kitchen my best friend and the love of my life was sitting quietly at the breakfast bar with Sarah. They were sharing a cup of sorrow and a bottle of wine.I went upstairs to get. ‘Do you want to see Amelia?’ Indeed Emma did, but really only for her company. She sometimes yearned for those long legs that stretched out for so long. And she loved her memory of those voluptuous breasts that she’d not so fully enjoyed since their first night. ‘Amelia’s free at the moment, so I’ll take you in.’ This was almost more than Emma had hoped for. She’d got used to Betty, successfully hiding her reluctance, offering her body in Amelia’s stead. Betty took Emma into Amelia’s study. "No." "Then, he's not a guest." "He's a guest, because he's company!" his niece of the same age said. "That's alright, Mrs. Bradley, I'll gladly pay for your hospitality." "We don't invite people over just to-" "No: You do need the money. And right now, you have something I really do need." He looked away from the two girls, and said to their mother, not looking at her, directly, either, "The bathroom." "Oh. The whiskers?" "Among other things." "Oh, right! The bathroom! It's up stairs." "One. When it was clear of debris and the little blood was wiped away, he reached for a bandage, tearing it open with his teeth. "Uggh, man tear paper with big teeth," Brin said in her best Tarzan voice and pushed her foot against her dad's bare chest. When Tom instinctively flexed his pecs, she grunted, "Hmm, him strong man!" "I think we'll be able to save the leg, young lady," Tom quipped as he finished applying the bandage. He lifted both of Brin's legs enough to plop down on the sofa and let her.