. you what?" Jeff and I talk about you a lot ... especially when we're having sex." Sweetheart, no." Mother, we both find you the sexiest woman alive.... Honey, no." When you caught us ... earlier when you came in the room and caught us having sex," Lynz whispered. "We were going to go out ... go partying, but then we started talking about you." Honey, no, no!" We were discussing how it would be the biggest thrill to use BDSM with you." What? Honey, you must be crazy." No, we love BDSM ... Jeff. Just supply the excuse, that was all that was necessary."You make these crazy things sound so logical, Monique," he said, looking at her with resigned acceptance."I was right about today, wasn't I?" she said, smugly. "If I hadn't headed you off and talked some sense into you, you would have been groveling at Jean's feet right this very minute." Yes, I suppose you're right," he admitted, "we can go and take a look, at least that much can't hurt." All right then, it's settled. Tonight, young man,. He had wanted to be somewhere different, to be away from lawyers and accountants and colleagues. He had been here four days and probably only spoken two complete sentences during that time. One to the luggage attendant and the other to the barman at the beach bar and grill. There were quite a lot of familiar faces already. The family with the hyperactive twins throwing sand all around. He had to be careful not to be seated near them. Then there was the group of teenagers throwing a Frisbee in. She did not know that the dog's name was Bruno and that he was probably the largest animal of his breed that she would ever see, nor that he was generally friendly and harmless, but she remembered the stories that Desirée had told her, and the fright, the electric frisson of terror that had shot from her tailbone to the back of her neck had galvanized her to kick the horse into a breakneck run. The horse himself smelled the wolf on the wind and panic lent wings to his hooves.She quickly.