. I’m sorry, John.”“It’s okay, Gail,” he said, though neither of them really believed it, “but I don’t think you should come to visit an...more, it’s just too hard for me.”Gail nodded her understanding, and touched his hand gently.“I’ll never forget you, John, and I’ll pray for you.”It was thoughtful of her to say, but John knew that he would soon be a distant memory, hopefully, mostly a pleasant one. She had a new man to love, and who loved her, and he and Mark deserved all of her devotion.Gail. He sat down on my side of the room, a couple feet to my left, and the room began to fill with steam again. Her and I, we sat there silently, pretending not to know each other. After a minute he looked up at my girlfriend and made brief, unsmiling eye contact. She looked directly back at him which, in my experience, you don’t see much at this bath house, and opened her legs a few inches. You could tell he was trying to figure out if he could see her nipples through the steam. What was this girl. He caught an ocean liner to get him back to London in a hurry so he could do whatever had to be done and return to New York City as soon as possible.Madelein broached the subject of Frank Maloue after a month of exhausting every subject under the sun. They sat having tea in Grace's parlor when she brought it up."Everyone knows that Frank is pining for you and you won't give him a chance to court you." He courted me for a year. He called on me several times a week. I felt that I could tell him. I'm thinking of writing another story which will take up from where we are now, but I will make it more focused on one or two characters. It's my first story, so I guess lessons.Over the next five days a plan formulated in Tom's mind. As he thought about it he would have three submissive sluts vying for his attention. And while the thought of adding Sarah into the mix was very enticing he knew that introducing her would greatly complicate things. In addition, he had no interest in dealing with.