"Tell me, Clint, who's better in bed - Leanne or Gina? I'm assuming that Gina is her real name."Clinton had a puzzled expression on his face, as did t...e two women."Oh, come on, Leanne, didn't you realise these two shared a bed last Sunday night. I doubt that was in your plan though, was it? Oh, yeah, Leanne, Clint and whoever she is here, booked into the two rooms that you reserved for them, but the bed was only used in one of them." You know, if only you hadn't bothered with this bleeding. ‘Prick,’ Carrie finished. And, then, a voice, very male and very unfamiliar rumbled from behind Jane, preceded only momentarily by the tell-tale creak of the wooden kitchen door on it’s hinges. ‘What, something I said?’ **** Sex. God. That was her first thought as she spun around in her chair, the motion combined with her hangover causing a delay in the room to stop spinning when she did. ‘Oh, sweet Mary,’ Lucy said quietly, though she said it more for the man standing in the doorway than the. She said with a grin.“So you think there’s going to be a next time?” I asked quizzically. “Big brother, after what we have both just experienced, I think you and I BOTH know there is definitely going to be a next time”. She said matter of factly.Again, I always hate it when she’s right, but this time I think I could live with it. By the time we’ve both had our fun and got ourselves back in order it was about early evening. Abby and I decided to pull anchor and head back for the dock. After. There was nothing she could tell to distinguish him from any other man. He was holding her down with one of his large hands against her chest. The necklace Mark had given her for their last anniversary was digging into her where he pressed. The man was undoing his jeans with his other hand. Once his jeans were pulled down a little ways, he went to work on the elastic of her leggings. Why oh why couldnt she have worn jeans for once? No, Rachel choked out. Please, God, no. The man just chuckled.