There is a large space directly in front of the fireplace, covered in thick blankets, pillows, comforters, and myriad other soft, plush bedding. I too... great care to make sure that there is not a hard spot or uncomfortable position that can be found in that nest. The fire crackles softly, seemingly echoing off the walls. The gentle light it gives off complements that of the candles — one does not overwhelm the other, instead, the two sources seem to intertwine. Despite this, the room is not. I put my arms around her and cradled her as she wept.Minutes passed and her tears dried, she unrolled and moved back onto her back."I'm sorry," she said, wiping a tear away."What! why are you sorry?" I asked."I know you were just being nice," she sniffed, "and there me being horrible to you. I'm know too skinny, and my boobs are too small," her tears starting again. "I should be grateful you even consider touching me." I pulled the two halves of her shirt apart again to reveal her tits."You. His mind jumped to a conversation with Jen on the deck in Santa Fe and he remembered what he'd suggested. Bring another woman into their bed."I don't want you fucking Will." The words just shot out. Jennifer's shocked expression told him he'd guessed wrong."Oh, no!" she instantly retorted. "No! Not at all! She wants to put on a show for him, not have a threesome! Besides, I don't want to have sex with Will. I mean, I like him, but sex..." her voice trailed off as she searched his face.Dave took. A terrible, crackling sound emanated from where the suit's hand gripped Stan's fist. Alicia saw a few drops of blood run down the suit's wrist to his shirt sleeve. The drops became a trickle which became a stream which turned into a river. Stan stared at the gush of blood with eyes wide in disbelief, and then he screamed in terrible agony, slumping downwards as his knees went weak. The suit's other hand blurred across his body before striking out at Stan with a viscous backhand that flung Stan.