Then he looked at her again as he opened the door. “Come on in. Get to know me.”“Um,” she said, as she fidgeted with the leash. “I shouldn�...t. I don’t want to impose…”“Too late,” he said with a smirk. “Come on. Short glass of wine, guess our favorite colors and then you get the hell out while I burglarize the place.”Silver looked at her and him while she decided. Darion’s smile reminded her of her husband’s. But Darion was a little more fit, with a massive chest about to burst out of that pink. Strentum, around 32 years old, with long shapely legs and an impressive bust which she kept well hidden under her lab coat. On her end of the research she was working on reptile genetics with gecko and salamander DNA, trying to see if she could harness the regenerative traits in their genome and slap it onto the human strain. The results didn't pan out, none of the samples would bond to the human genome and when they were forced it caused even more damage than repair, leaving the cells. And Sunday morning and afternoon were so hectic with various family and work tasks and jobs that we didn’t really have a chance to discuss the fifty-four different bombshells sweet little Riley had laid on me Saturday night.Sunday evening also gave us no easy chance to talk as Charlotte and Callan had invited themselves round for dinner. Typical them. They said they had some news that they wanted us to hear from them before we heard it from anyone else.Being old romantics, both Dave and I. At the end I was finally able to lift my eyes from the floor and look at him directly in the face, hoping I wouldn't see disgust and rejection. To my great relief I just saw the kind understanding face of my friend. I started crying again."Mate, mate please don't cry, you really don't have to worry about this, shit like this happens all the time with people, I'm just glad you felt able to share it with me" with he stood up threw his arms out again and gave me a big hug "don't worry, everything.