After she'd leave the room, he'd sit back on the couch, aware of how aroused he would get when he looked at her, but then he'd shake away his thoughts...and look around the living room at all that he and Rosie had acquired over the years—the lamp from an antique shop in Vermont, the vases, the couch, the recliner he sat in and the floor-to-ceiling bookcase filled with all of the books they had accumulated since their college days. He would sigh and turn off the lamp next to his chair then walk. .. he felt something goose him right between his buttocks. He must have jumped a foot into the air. But, no, there was no one in there with him. He had broken it off with Jeannie the previous week and he was all alone in the apartment.All alone. She had been a hot one one, that Jeannie. Insatiable. Couldn't get enough of him. Four times a night on those rare occasions when she could sneak away from her husband to sleep over. And that was the problem. Her husband owned the company. And Jeannie. ” Fern fell asleep in front of the fire so I got her a pillow and covered her up with a throw rug from the lounge while I made some lunch of fried fish and chips. Tom and I looked down on Fern as she slept and Tom said, “I was her first or really she allowed me to be her first and ever since we have been very close. We don’t keep it a secret, but don’t advertise the way we feel about each other. She’s an amazing young woman and I love her to bits but sometimes there’s more woman than I can. " Yeah, Sarge, I know. I jus' hate 'skeeters." Don't we all, but we're comin' to a tricky place, so watch yerselves."The two lawmen were close enough behind to hear Anderson's cautionary comment, so they, too, paid close attention to the trail. It was a good thing they did, because the trail was now running along a ridge between two very disagreeable looking pools of water covered with slime, and the slightest misstep would result in falling into one pool or the other.Suddenly, everybody came.