He laughed, turned and opened the sliding glass door, escorted her through it.They sat on the sofa in front of the fire. Before long, she kicked off h...r shoes and slid down to stretch out on the clearly fake and very comfortable tiger rug, where he watched her bask in the warmth of the fire for several minutes before snuggling up behind her. It was not long after that that he kissed her over her shoulder, nibbling his way down her cheek, and she kissed him back, turning her head to meet his. . You’ve heard? ... No idea.” She shot Jonathan a glance. Why does he insist on staring? He’s making me even more nervous. “I said, I don’t know ... Well, it’s not my fault! ... What am I supposed to do? ... Bill? ... Bill?”Julie felt foolish. “He was cut off. That’s the trouble with mobiles ... the reception; not reliable.”“Bill won’t object to me being here, will he?”“No, of course not,” she lied. “Must be neighbourly, after all.”They talked of inconsequentials for a while until Julie, not. A paramedic was looking him over. There was a nasty cut just at his hairline but nothing life threatening, it looked much worse than it was. The paramedic helped him from the car and walked him to the ambulance, he had an obvious limp. A young lady was already in it on a stretcher, her left arm in a splint, her head wrapped in a neck brace. She was gorgeous. The police were talking to witnesses as the ambulance tore out for the hospital. The doctor looked Evan over and stitched his head, it. The nights that you and John go upstairs to make love is when I feel that I need to do this the most. Maybe I’m just jealous of you having all the fun with someone who loves you so much. To be honest, I have little fantasies about the two of you up there. I had to come in here and lock the door to take care of business a few times. So there you have it, you’re upstairs having sex, and your mom is down in here in her bedroom masturbating and thinking about what you are doing upstairs.”Sharon.