Both of us, our heads thrown back in ecstasy worked each other over and over, building up the tsunami of pressure. I was grunting more now, the effort...in a constant battle with the pleasure of the moment. But finally, ever so slowly I felt us going over the edge. For the last ten seconds we were ravenous dogs, our skin smacking against each other in a frenzy to reach the finish line, her hair now wild, disheveled, breathing and moaning in tandem. "Oh god," she groaned, her voice strained, "I. I can't lose you again."There was a low groan from the bio-bed, then Lucie's eyes slowly opened. In a low almost gravelly voice she said, "really? Here I thought you were happy that I wasn't a constant pain in your ass." Lucie!" Hartwell shouted in joy, a shout that had Lucie cringing a bit,"Damnit little Johnnie, hold it down some ok? Feel as if, I have been run over by several heavy vehicles, more than once." Lucie groaned out.Hartwell winced a bit, then smiled at Lucie. "Well, you might have. “I’ve rented the house for a couple of weeks. I’m a writer and decided this island would be a good setting for my next book.” He realized she had some kind of slight accent which he couldn’t place at that moment, perhaps Russian or Slavic. They both sipped their beer and began to make introductory small talk. By the end of the second beer he had learned that she was recently widowed after being married for 25 years. She had two children in college and lived in Los Angeles. She wasn’t sure if. I'll have you home by midnight." I'm not even dressed for it!" I protested."I have clothes! Don't worry, we'll fix you up." You're a bad influence, Stace," I surrendered with a sigh."I know." She wrinkled her nose at me.Stacy did have a large wardrobe and we were close enough to the same size that I did alright shopping her closet. I wore a pair of pink short-shorts, of all things, and I laughed as I buttoned them closed, turning this way and that in front of the fashion mirror attached to the.