They were on a chair in the corner. There was blood on them. She wondered if it was Margaret’s. He seemed to be asleep. She crept up beside him, “...ass?”He rolled over; he didn’t look that focused. He murmured, “Go away.”I walked to his side, “Bass I’m sorry. Don’t be angry. We can talk later. Right now there’s mom and dad. Think of the girls.”He rolled back, “Help me up. Get me my clothes.”I tried to push him back down, “No honey. You need...”He pushed me away, “Funeral home. Arrangements; get. ” They chuckled and rubbed her belly.“Getting tired of me?” Nick asks.“No. Never. I do not look forward to your leaving me.”“Me either.”“So why is this so different? And why does it change?”“You came to me to learn history. I have had much to tell you.”“History was an excuse.”“Was it?”She bows her head, “No. But you have to admit it helped the other reason to happen.” She lifts her head to show him her smile, which he kisses. “So what changed?”“You’re losing interest in our game.”“The ‘Find a. Knowing that you’ll have to flick your camera on soon, you take in every detail of my form, not wanting to let me go, not wanting to look away.With my soft, supple flesh warm in your strong hands, you lose all sense of what you should be doing and focus only on what you want to be doing. You are unashamedly lost in the seductions of your Temptress.The sound of small talk dies down around you and it’s clear the meeting is about to start and demand your attention. In your final protest against. She winked and nodded approvingly at me.I didn't understand what she was insinuating, but again I didn't care. The strong fingers were gradually easing my aches and pains, and I still didn't want them to stop. I watched Petra say something to her hubby, and he immediately began rubbing his hands up and down her legs. She gave me another smile — and a challenging wink. Apparently, my lack of mobility had been misconstrued as a sign of displeasure, because a familiar voice asked, “Is everything.