He undid it with an equal amount of fumbling, trying to remember that this was not a prelude to the horizontal tango. He was halfway with the buttons...when it happened. His finger slid under the material of her shirt and his knuckles skimmed over her skin. They both hissed in surprise and he looked up at her face for the first time since hed begun the unbuttoning. Her eyes were wide and dark, her lashes almost impossible long, casting little half-moon shadows over her cheeks. Her face was. Waiting. Slowly but surely, a sense of normalcy returned. People began to grow accustomed to these silent beings as work began to resume, schools opened their doors once more, and wars continued to be fought.It started as whispers at first. These 'Shadows' as they were referred to, would grant 'deals' and almost godlike power that enabled people to manipulate the world in such a way that could make the impossible possible. If these deals were broken people would vanish or die. Politicians made. You name it."The girl smiled and touched Andy on the hand. "How long did it last?" It was nine years ago and probably a week or two," Andy admitted and Rhea snorted behind him."It's alright," Rhea added. "He's is going from one bender to another until I kicked him into gear. Big brother moping round making everyone miserable." I thought you were looking at plants for my dumping ground," Andy told her sharply."It's a rockery. Or it will be," Rhea replied indignantly."Those Armeria's are good for. She was renowned for her magnificent ass and still is even though she is past forty.“Do you know why we want that table and what we are going to do with it Marcel?”, Stephen asks the room service boy with great aplomb as he reads his name off his badge.“Two men are going to have a kinky, sexual threesome with my wife,” he smiles wickedly as I enter. The gown he gave me has no belt and my semi-erection is visible to three people.“Would you like to remove Michael’s gown for us Marcel?,” Stephen.