She then explained that Matt, her hubby, would be down to join us, too. She already knew both our names and she complimented me on how I looked. She p...ured us both drinks and told us to sit. The strange thing was she had poured my favourite spiced rum and coke and Julia seemed to have been given a white wine which was also her favourite drink. Finally Matt joined us apologising for being late, explaining that he had been getting some cocaine for us all to use. All I could think was if Matt was. The village itself was somewhat of a happy anachronism. Pottersbridge still had several shops and had managed to retain its Post Office. It was prosperous and Simon realised that, although it had problems (minor graffiti on the bus stop which still -miraculously- had a bus service several times a day!) the village was living a charmed life. As he opened the door into the large, well-appointed pub lounge, Dan was behind the bar, waiting for him. The customers used the public bar whilst they had. “Yes, darling. Everything is fine, just not what you were expecting ... or at least not what I thought you were expecting.”“I know,” Melody said. “Let’s wait until I get there tonight and then we can ... call Lissa and you can tell us all about it.”“Actually, I’d like that,” I said. “I wish you were both here in my arms.”“You cannot imagine how much we wish the same thing,” Lissa said. “But if you are okay and Allison is okay, then I guess we can wait for the details.”“I promise, I’ll tell you. “I bet it does. It looks like you could use some refreshing yourself.” The stranger chuckled. “That obvious, huh?” and he wiped away some sweat from his face. His eyes lowered from her face to her shirt. Cynthia was glad that she had the clever idea to wear a shirt that was a little bit too tight and arched her back a bit, pointing her girls a bit forward. She thought that his smile grew bigger when his eyes lowered themselves further to her shorts, before they rested on her crotch. She had.