"People walked by, some lugging luggage.She took my hand leading it to her thigh."Feel free to go anywhere you like." She let her hand go.There seemed...to be light at the end of my hangover -tunnel and I decided to tease her to death. My fingers crawled up to the skirt, but instead of going underneath my fingers spidered over the gree and yellow fabric. If she was in heat I might as well get her burning. Burning with desire.One of my primitive instincts I am always urge to celebrate is smell, so. “Asked and objected to.”“He flew down on her jet, Ms. Rice. That’s enough to allow me to ask the question.”Deborah frowned, but nodded to me.“Six of Ms. Spurgeon’s friends. None of them have any business dealings with either of us.”“You were in Saint Martin with seven eighteen-year-old girls?”I smiled, shrugged sheepishly, “Yes.”“Fuck!” Dante whispered under his breath.And that was EXACTLY what I’d done there. Now Dante wasn’t just red with anger, he was positively green with envy.“I think. We set up a rough nursery in the rental house. Unable to paint or make any renovations we just made do with curtains which we could bring into the new house with us, decorative bedding and furniture and a few framed posters. From the beginning Em was the light of my life. Her, Zoë and I were the most amazing little family, impatiently waiting the arrival of our new home. Even Emily seemed impatient, as if she knew that we had big dreams and they started at some point other than here. I couldn’t. We have a pretty small family, though close when we get together, we don't really see each other much, just big birthdays and funerals really. We where due to all meet up for one of our old Aunts 80th birthday.The whole (small) family meet up in a local hotel, we had one of the wee rooms off the main dining area. Great night had by all. The oldies all got taxis back to my Aunts leaving some of us to walk back to her house. I left to walk back with my cousin Paul who is openly gay and has been.