Or both." Good," Sarah replied with a grin. "I hate cold weather." She closed the laptop lid and slid it under the table before putting the credit car... back into the wallet. "That should teach 'im, the nasty little bastard," Sarah told her friend. Natalie grinned, and shook her head as Sarah left the room. "I gotta shoot. Mum and Dad want to have a word with me. I hope it's about inheritance," she said almost gleefully and closed the door.Sarah swore at the cold, wintry air the moment she left. Well she couldn't let that happen. It would ruin the fantasy. It would bear consequences for which her only c***d would have to take responsibility, and that wouldn't be fair. Little did she know that the danger she felt compelled to hide away, rather than to address, had become part of her son's routine whenever they gave into their urges and indulged in their heated sex sessions. He just kept it to himself.4'Hey mum,' Lee greeted warmly, passing through into the kitchen like a warm breeze. On. Still dancing, forthe most part, but now they were naked as often than not, and their danceslittle more than a hot and heavy grind.I made it to the far side of the room and collapsed onto the arm of abattered old couch. A couple was fucking noisily not far from me, but Idid my best to ignore them.My little run in with captain too-tall had left me more shaken than Icared to realize. My arm still tingled where he had last touched me, andfor some reason I couldn't quite get the memory of our brief. ”“Rand hasn’t taken me to the range yet,” Mel confided. “I don’t think he was worried about me shooting you, but I never really asked.”I chuckled and shook my head. “We just haven’t had time since you’ve been back,” I assured her. “We’ll get there eventually.”The four of us sat and had a pleasant enough conversation over breakfast. I was interested in seconds, so Mel and Beth were assigned to cleaning up. Glen’s habit was to sleep in and save his appetite for dinner. Once my plate was whisked.