“OK?” She asked pointedly to the trio. “Yes, yes!, Ok! Have fun.” the oldest said, glancing away from the screen just for a moment. “I’m s... glad we come down to the beach every year so they can spend their time playing video games,” my wife sighed. I came up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Right now I don’t care what they’re doing, as long as they leave us alone!” She giggled and ducked under my chin. “Ok, lets go!” she said. I grabbed a couple of plastic martini glasses from the cabinet. " Charles, Paul, Gail, and the rest of the directors; as you know Bob Roberts has been working for us off and on for little while now, but only really started working part time since mid-January. He found several things while working in Security which we now have changed for the better in all our security divisions, he also brought up the need to standardize our building drawings by going to AutoCAD for our support services divisions and his recommendation gave us our other new person, Glinda. ” He stroked my hair until I calmed. “Good girl.” He kissed my hair. “I’m going to fuck you now.” I whimpered. “I’ll be gentle with you.” “You’re quite big.” “As I said, I’ll be gentle. Now I want you on your back. Or your stomach.” He stroked my back as he said this. “Roll onto your back, Lib.” It was all too comfortable to obey him. He kissed me and played with my hair. “Just concentrate on kissing me.” We were kissing and getting into a good rhythm. I forgot all about being scared and. Yes, it was Lowry's sobbing. I heard her mutter a few distinct words, "God", "Please," and "Why?" There was that damnable question again -- "Why?" Sebastian, emotionally at least, was in distress. I nearly knocked, but something stopped me. I didn't want to get involved in something so personal. I hadn't been asked to help and I was no psychologist, no clergyman, and not good at consolation even as a layman. In fact, my attempts to support Sebastian over the last few days had been rebuffed.