On those few occasions where we'd been skinnydipping, we were careful to put our suits back on before sunning ourselves. As for Julie, not once did sh... join us, although I could tell from the sidelong looks she gave us from time to time that she was interested.It was still her lead. I know that, I keep repeating it, but I have to do that so that I remember that it is her lead. That said, I want to give her the chance to see something I'm pretty sure she wants to see but is afraid to ask. "Fuck it!" she snapped, as the earthenware shattered, sending shards over the floor."It's alright." Marcus turned towards the cupboard in the corner. "I'll clean it up. You get to class." It's not alright." Shawna leant on the worktop, squeezing her eyes shut against the heat of tears behind her eyelids." It doesn't matter. It's just a cup," he pointed out, trying to smile to take the sting out of it."Just a cup." She nodded, after a moment. "Right. Of course. Just... I have to get to class.". She had many theories on why, but that did not stop her craving for it. On a Sunday evening before bed, she stood on their bedroom’s patio. The doors wide open to feel the wind’s breeze. She wore a short, pink, silk, nightie. It was short enough to see the bottoms of her butt cheeks. The nightie was accompanied by a white, long sleeved, see-through robe that draped down to the floor. She stood leaning forward against the railing, her head tilted to the side as she looked up to the sky. One of. Wentworth came in, followed by two men, leading three horses. Quickly, Tom climbed back up and whispered, ‘Hannah, stay here. Don’t come down until I tell you.’ ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Maybe nothing, but we’ve got visitors — men with horses. And one of the horses looks familiar.’ Without another word, he rushed down and walked toward the new arrivals. They stopped when he approached. The two strangers gave him an angry glare, like he’d killed their best friend. Tom smiled, and said, ‘All finished with.