"Sandwiches? Alright that's easy. I'll call you when I'm at the deli,"Maria said as she grabbed her purse and keys and rushed out the door. "Looks lik... more weed for us Tony..." Christine took a big hit, looked up and let the cloud of smoke out slowly. She got up, walked to the kitchen, tapped the bowl into the sink to empty the ash and repacked it with fresh greens. She took another big drag and handed it back to Tony. She lifted the blanket and sat back down only this time she sat in Maria's. It felt more like he was making sure I didn't try going after Anasia myself. And he was right to worry.There was still ten minutes left of class, but I left the floor anyway and headed for the shower. I was no fit company and I suddenly felt drained. It was a mental exhaustion as opposed to being worn out from my martial arts class, the weight of loss and frustration bogging me down. I'd failed to protect my mate. Regardless of who was more powerful and the circumstances, I'd failed to stop. Andre had been figuring out a client’s request. The client had changed what he wanted four times, and we were all waiting for the fifth. He had the patience of a saint which is slightly ironic, because I’m sure saints wouldn’t do half of what I wanted to do with him. He stayed calm and collected, very seldom getting angry. He did his job exceptionally well. I was removing points from my Illustrator design when my phone buzzed. I looked down at it and saw my fiancés name followed by his text. I called him back and we chose a meeting place. While she got ready I talked to her about how hot this would be and I knew I was getting her pretty excited. She agreed to meet him! We went to the meeting place and he wasn't there but showed up a few minutes later. The three of us sat and talked for about an hour. We all seemed to be very comfortable together. The guy who I'll call "H" was about 6'4" 225 and I imagined what it would be like to see on top of my wife who is only 5'. Finally we all.