No ... it wasn't Montgomery's auction. No. There was an auction up in Scobey. That's in northeast Montana and not all that far from the lake ... but s...ill in the US.The auction was for an estate ... never mind who ... just go with it. The estate was for parts and pieces of Americana ... and assorted junk and leftovers from the wars ... ONE and TWO ... and the period between. Mrs. Montgomery had the flyer ... it was tomorrow ... she would put me up for the night and give me explicit directions. She always played it off like she was teasing Desmond and of course I approved. Which leads me to the next time I watched them together, I came home one Friday night a few minutes late and Lynn was sitting on Desmond’s lap, neither one made any move to get up so I sat on the recliner and watched the movie they seemed so engrossed in. I sensed there was something else going on because even in the dark, with just the glow of the TV I sensed some light movements coming from Lynn. I saw Lynn. She laughed after he got off the phone saying that ‘This is not the Jetsons. They can’t see you.’ He smiled at her, then they went back to bed together. That afternoon they went out and discovered how much they did have in common outside of the sheets. They actually went to the same used book store and dumpling shop. At dinner it was not even going to be mentioned that they both wanted to develop a relationship. ‘Look don’t worry I am on the pill but it has to be bareback, with you. Okay?’ he. ‘The worst is over, it will feel good from now on. I promise.’ Elizabeth nodded, the discomfort already fading as she began to feel full. ‘It does not hurt anymore,’ she said, smiling softly up at Gerard. ‘Thank God,’ Gerard replied, leaning down to kiss her once more as his hips began a steady rhythm between her legs. She was so tight and warm, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready to finish. Wanting Elizabeth feel good as well, he reached between them and rubbed his thumb.