If people would just do what they were supposed to...With the level of the bottle of scotch significantly lower than when he started drinking, Ben fel... asleep. He dreamed about his ex-wife, Andrea. They'd married in their early twenties just after graduating from college. He could see himself as he was then: young, strong, optimistic. Her: kind, beautiful, happy.He'd bury his face in the comfortable angle between her neck and shoulder, planting soft kisses there. He could hear her moaning. “Good question. I don’t know.”“Can you Lady Seers detect him if he approaches this cluster?” Alice asked.“Yes ... possibly, but we won’t be able to do anything else whilst we’re doing it,” Lagertha replied after what appeared to be a rapid gestalt conversation.“I’ll request more Seers, but I can’t see us getting any,” Roxanne sighed.“Jemima could do with a nice camping holiday,” Arch stated, blank-faced.“You know I can’t sanction any official invite, Arch.”“Where she chooses to holiday is her. " Boy are we grouchy in the mornings. Do you want me to have the deputy get you another coffee?" Would you please dear, I would be forever grateful if you could arrange that for me." Oh Harry, will you quit trying to be nice. It doesn't fit you worth a damn."She got up and patted her hair and went out the door with an extra wiggle for my benefit. I laughed at her and damned if she didn't stick her tongue out at me. That definitely was not the action of a refined full grown woman in her senior. She then tossed her black leather jacket over her shoulder and looked in the mirror, pulling her blonde hair back. She gave herself a nod of approval and walked back out to the living room. In the shower, Samantha unusually felt aroused. The hot water dripping down her nipples and clit stimulated her. Thoughts about her sister raced through her head, erotic dreams of her and Hannah. She turned the water to its hottest and leaned back on the shower tile, away from the spray of water..