He recognized him as the guy that Benny had introduced as Brad: the one whose lover was two-timing him with a waiter at the country club. Ryan could o...ly see Brad from the waist up. He was obviously involved in sexual activity as his hips were moving back and forth in a "fucking" motion. There were distinct moans echoing from someone below him."Uh... excuse me... I have to get some more wine," Ryan said."No problem," Brad said without ceasing his movement.Ryan was anxious to get out of there. The next morning we would both share mutual orgasms during our morning sexual exercises thinking about the spit slowly being forced through us, In a few days I would finally know that feeling but Stacey would have to wait until another story.Finally the day had arrived, the morning of Memorial Monday I woke up to yet another of Stacey's famous tongue whippings to my clit and pussy lips when she noticed I was awake and enjoying her, "Good morning spit-roast" she gave me her new morning greeting,. But it was so infrequent that he could reschedule work on the spot to make sure the customer wasn't disappointed.When he wasn't on the jobsites, he was talking to other builders to see what they were doing. He patrolled the city halls in Comox, Courtenay, Cumberland and Campbell River for proposed new projects. He called on the local architects. All these contacts were ultimately going to be my responsibility, but Al had such a strong belief in his products and service that he couldn't resist. .. It wasn't the first time Miranda had wished her glasses were photosensitive as the wind stung her eyes into tearing up, but that morning ranked fairly high upon the list. The sun above seemed as cold, and harsh as the stiff breeze off of the water, yet its blinding rays of pale yellow light seemed far more offensive than the icy chill that cut through her Fall courier jacket as she rode her mountain bike recklessly down the front porch steps."I hate days like this," she muttered.