Sex. Passionate sex at that. No room for error. Unthinking, our bedroom was the obvious destination for my troubled mind.An empty unrumpled bed. No La...ra. Into the second bedroom, and again, nothing. As my befuddled senses kicked in, I realised that whatever was happening, had to be in the living room.Holding my breath, I slowly, silently pushed open the door. The grunts, gasps and squeals were here. And were there two women?The bottle of white wine on the table, was one Laura and I had drunk. ‘How can you not be aroused?’ she smiles but touches my hand in a serious way. ‘I’m sorry you don’t have someone like John who knows how to keep a woman’s juices flowing. He has no doubt about what to do with that mass of manhood between his legs,’ she says, planting the visual image of John as he fucked me on the couch ten years ago. My pussy reacts like it does every time I think of my b*****r-in-law. ‘So, is he cured?’ she asks, taking a bite of her salad. It takes me a second to realize. I couldn’t help throwing a look out the direction Josh had gone before I left, however.That afternoon Jawarski picked me up and took me off towards Mom and Alex’s lab. She wasn’t thrilled to hear about having to go with me to Houston over the weekend. I had no idea what Jawarski did in her free time, but apparently, she had ‘things to do.’ I offered to go by myself, just trying to be helpful of course, but she decided I had some ulterior motive and wouldn’t hear of it.Which meant several hours. The Harley went spinning down the road on the left side and I went head first into the guard rail. The last rider behind me was on his cell phone instantly and Marni came back to help me.From the USA I had brought my ¾ helmet with a face shield with me and also a ventilated jacket with removable back and sleeve covers. There were armor plates on forearms, elbows and shoulders with a thick kidney support across the lower back. My helmet took a beating and the armor plates on my left arm were.