It was late by the time they got back, and everybody wanted to go to bed. Frank stripped down to his boxers and crawled between the sheets, reading Ne...sweek. Several minutes later Ronnie came out of the bathroom, dressed in a sheer pink baby-doll top, tied together at the neckline, and open down the front, and missing the matching panties. He tossed aside the magazine as she slid under the covers and snuggled up against her husband. Throwing a leg over Frank’s, Ronnie reached under the sheet. ’ * * * * ‘Damn it. Why did you tell her that we would help her?’ Dustin asked as he opened each cupboard in the kitchen looking for Rebekah’s stash of incense. ‘She’s going to go off and fight even if we don’t help her. Who would you rather have at her back, Dustin? The two of us? Or some bozos that realize she’s desperate?’ he asked as he leaned against the counter. ‘Us. But damn it, Jason, do you realize how hard it is going to be to resist the temptation while we’re protecting her ass?’. He escorted her to a grassy spot some distance from the finish line. Too winded to speak, she leaned on him for support. He enjoyed the closeness. She pulled away to sit on the ground."Rub my legs," she said, leaning back to rest on her elbows. He was happy to oblige, taking first one leg and massaging the muscles, then switching legs."Just my lower legs, silly," she laughed when his hands moved down to her thighs. "Hold still," she commanded, placing her feet to his chest and pushing him. “Thank you for this, Davey.”“Sure Rachel, anything for you, you know that.” I turned and switched off the bedstead light. Then slid up behind her on the other side of the bed, doing my best to not get too tight up against her, I knew what that was sure to do to me.“You’re a good man, Davey,” she said to me in the dark, “Your father was very proud of the man you have become, and so am I. I know he never told you that, and I’m sorry it took this horrible tragedy to make me to realize I needed to.