’ She holds out another towel, this one, the same shade of maroon as the streaks dyed into her hair. ‘Go on, it’s alright. I won’t peek unless...you ask me to.’ That almost-sad smile again–why is that there? ‘I’m so sorry, I should’ve spoken first…’ She steps close, puts the towel in my hands and her face near enough to mine that I can smell the cannibas and cloves on her skin. ‘It’s alright.’ Her eyes catch mine–hold them, let them go–and I walk further into the rabbit hole this tiny wee flat is. He wore no pants and I could see from where I stood his cock was enormous. Off on the left stood the only other woman in this entire scene who I guessed was playing the brides maid. That was when I notice that none of the men had pants on. It was then that Jimmy came up my right side and took my arm in his and handed me a bouquet of flowers. He told me he was giving me away and reminded me that everything in this scene is unscripted. How it turns out is up to me and the others in this scene. . It bridges some of the time gap between the epilogues of those stories and the second sequel, which will be posted next. Although this story contains references to sex, there are no explicit descriptions of it. * I first noticed Jack Davis at a physics symposium in Indianapolis. He was presenting a paper on a topic that had nothing to do with my work, but I had some time to kill, and it seemed like an interesting topic. The paper wasn’t bad, but even though it was out of my area of. "I'm please to meet you Rick. Any friend of James's is always welcome in my home."Rick took Rachel's hand and was surprised at how beautiful she was in person, even more beautiful than the picture Jim had shown him in boot camp. "I'm pleased to meet you too Mrs. Scott. Jim has told me a lot about you." Please Rick, call me Rachel. My husband has been gone a long time now and Mrs. just sounds strange." Alright then, Rachel it is." Come on boys, let's get your luggage and head home, I've got a.