They were ready, more than ready. He released her hair; turning the knob of his bedroom door. He could hear her hard breathing, knowing he’d have to...take her slowly. He didn’t care, he just wanted her. He needed her.“Ian…” Her voice trailed off as he sat her on the edge of his bed, he looked at her youthful beauty.“Yes?” He struggled to keep calm; he’d been waiting so long for this moment. He drowned out the sound of his urges, giving her his attention.“I’m scared.” She said it quietly, almost. We are both sat watching some inconsequential program on Netflix when we hear the front door go and the last person other than us leaves my house.I look across to you and you give me a knowing smile with a little wink and go back to watching the TV. A few minutes later you get up to go to the toilet, and unknown to me whilst you're in the toilet you take off the panties you're wearing and slide your jeans back up, and then off comes your strappy top and bra, and your hoody goes back on. You. “We’re looking for Althea Channing’s readouts, right?”“Yes. Yes! Do you have her?” Michaux began to grab the laptop, but the IT guy’s protest made him realize he might break the connection. “What is it saying?”“The map indicates there are four or five cays large enough to be inhabited, but they’re all virtually in a straight line, so it’s impossible to hone on one. But she’s on one of them!”He looked up, grinning. But he’d dared to hope.“Wait. Something’s wrong,” IT guy said. “It just. He had an amazing physique and she wondered how much was below the belt. He went to the bar and began some chin ups as she admired his body. Now don't get crazy, you're a married mom with two kids, she told herself. But God, wouldn't some strange cock sure feel good? "Ben, can you sleep in this thing?" "Sure can, see that ladder there? Climb up and open that small door and scoot through. I've a full bed and bath up there." She got off.