He watches me as I run my fingers over his skin, but he says nothing. I run my fingers down his chests, over his muscles. I lightly touch his scar and...his lips part slightly. "Is this ok?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. He nods slowly and I lean down to kiss it. My lips barely touch his skin, but it's my undoing. I cannot stop the tears as they begin rolling down my cheeks. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him, rolling so I'm cradled in his arms. We lie on our sides, facing each. Murray? Yes, I’m calling from the front desk at the Sunset Hotel. Your husband has had an unfortunate accident. Yes, he’s perfectly fine, except for the fact that he’s naked and in bed with your daughter who is naked also. Oh, you don’t have a daughter? Gee, I wonder who that pretty naked woman is that he is with then. You know, I’m going to have to charge your credit card for double occupancy. He told me that he was alone. Yes, Mrs. Murray, he used your credit card. In any event, can you come. " Not knowing what else to do, Brooke turned on Ronni. "And you! This is all your fault, you little slut! Why were you emailing my husband, your friend's father with your dirty pictures anyway? And how could you bring Emily into this?" Well, Mommy Brooke," Ronni replied calmly, "it might interest you to know that what really started this was what I saw on Daddy Jack's computer one day when I was over with Em." What are you ... what is she talking about, Jack?"Jack stood frozen."Ronni, what are. ."Allison giggled and then caught herself. "You know very well that is not what he meant. Although..." They both glanced at me."Hey, don't look at me, I just arrange locations. Beyond that I just do what I'm told, when I'm told, to whomever I'm told to do it to, or with."Allison slid up close to me and sort of purred, "And you do it so very well. Doesn't he, Shannon dear?"Shannon slid up on the other side and kind of melted up against me, her robe hanging open so she could press her suddenly.