For a further few seconds he couldn’t understand how that could be, but that confusion soon cleared when he remembered that Dawn had spent the night...with him at the camp. He was dressed in no more than a minute, and another few seconds allowed him to run a comb through his hair, brush his teeth, and check out his face in a mirror. He quickly decided he was sufficiently presentable.Dawn was pouring herself a cup of coffee when he walked into the kitchen, and she immediately grabbed another mug. "Goodnight Dana," I said.The next morning, for some reason, I felt great. I looked through the files in our home office and made copies of all if the tax documents that Ann Wilson had asked for. Within hours, Barracuda would have all of the information she needed to go forward with my divorce. All we needed now was the proof. I really hoped that Little Joe had something for me.I've heard a couple of things over the years from married couples and divorced ones that I guessed I'd always thought. He jerked awake and looked around."Who's there?" He asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes."Shhh," Mike said softly. "It's just the nurse checking on you."He put his small white hand on Craig's dark chest and eased him back onto the bed. The football player's chest was like a steel banded barrel. The sheet had been tossed aside when he jerked upward, leaving Craig covered by only a tiny pair of bikini briefs.Continuing his role as concerned nurse, Mike checked the bandages around his knee,. It had been so long since she had sex with the Postman she was fucking. Mysteriously his route had changed a month before. When she called his postal station to see what happened they claimed he was being tormented by a big dog on North Parsons so he switched routes with another carrier that didn't have the seniority he had. She found that peculiar because no one had a big dog in her cul de sac. No skin off her ass though. She sucked off the new post man his first day on the route. She planned.