’ ‘You’re no fun.’ ‘Nope, none at all. But I’ll be plenty of fun when we get back.’ ‘Oh, okay. Why don’t we go see if the others are...ready to leave, then, before I attack you right here.’ ‘Well…’ I glanced at the clock beside the bed. ‘We have time for you to attack me if you want, but it might wrinkle my dress.’ ‘And I want to get to the party early anyway, to see if there’s anything I can do to help set up. I’ll attack you later.’ He pressed his lips to mine in a sweet, long kiss. ‘You do. "I am in my fifteenth year. My day of birth was just celebrated a month ago," she responded."Well, I think you could use milk more than a glass of wine. You were suffering, and your body needs to replenish the vitamins that are in this milk," Matt rumbled firmly."Once you're done in here, I'll run a bath for you, or you can shower first, then run a tub for soaking yourself," I told her."Bathe? In this weather? Are you mad? I would catch a chill if I did that. I am already in danger of catching. He’s a good dog, but nothin’ like ol’ Rafe. Like to tore me in two when that prick shot him.’ Both men fell silent for a moment, remembering the day when all hell broke loose on the mountain. ‘So, how do you like genteel living?’ Niko finally asked, trying to hide his smirk when Brick growled. ‘It sucks, if you gotta know. I can’t even walk in my own house without taking my shoes off or Lorette throws a fit. The woman’s a clean freak. And lately, it’s getting worse. She’s always scrubbing at. Cathy is left fighting for breath, bare tits shining in the disco light, sweat coursing to her navel beneath her clinging blouse. She stares after him, his buttocks working as he dances up against Nicola, light picking out the ridge of his spine between flowing back muscles. For a moment, Cathy forgets she is exposed, all on show like some cheap slut. For another moment, she doesn't care; finally, what was once normal focus returns and she sweeps her hands up to recover her tits with her.