Jim wondered what other zingers she had for him, but he decided that it hadn't hurt very much. She was stroking his thigh up and down."Maybe you shoul... drive a little faster," she said."I don't have to, Hildy. That's the hotel right up there," he told her as he stopped at a red light."So, are you ready?" she asked."When we get to the room do you want me to rip your clothes off and throw you onto the bed?" Hardly," she said and then lowered her voice. "I have something nice to put on for. ‘Thanks for the Atlantic City trip, it was the hit of the meeting,’ Cliff mentioned. ‘Yes it was. It was a good call on your part. You know you need a vacation. You busted your ass for a year flying all over the fucking place and getting the sales for our company back on track,’ Vaughn suggested. ‘Thanks, actually I was thinking about it. The region managers are solid and I don’t need to be all over the map. I was thinking about a ski vacation,’ Cliff agreed. ‘That would be smart. I know you. I was now definitely wet between the legs.Jacky returned and we finished our drinks. As we walked out to the car park, Jacky – evidently the worse for wear – felt unsteady – fresh air had its usual effect. Ben put his arm around her and helped her to the car.“Open the rear door for me would you Sarah? We’ll put her in the back, she’ll be fast asleep any minute.” Ben – who was now holding Jacky steady with both hands - gestured to his trouser pocket, obviously wanting me to get his car keys. I. Well, you know, she didn't want to say a word for it, even to herself. The night before Valentine's Day she slept restlessly, and when the day came, she decided she was going to, too.She had a plan. She borrowed one of the trucks and drove into town to pick up a few things at a fabric store. He was away on business for the day, so she left him a note telling him where to meet her tonight, then drove down the hill to the cabin.The cabin was simple enough but add in a few Martha Stewart-y tricks,.