Claude’s eyes never leave hers. He leans in towards her and pushes her back against the mattress, pulling her legs up and open for his gaze. Leeanne...feels vulnerable, but is also so full of desire for her lover that desire triumphs. She watches his arm move as he reaches out his hand to touch her, and then jumps as she feels his first caress on her sensitive skin. He moves his finger in rhythmic circles and she begins to writhe, her head rocking from side to side. He picks up the pace and her. Putting on my best game face I drew in the attention, “Were you two playing a game? There will always be winners and losers.” They knew the routine. Anne was first, “Yes. We played volleyball to decide something and Tommy... is going back on our bet.” This was not news. The two of them had always used our family games as the decider when they couldn't agree, or it was a tough decision. They disagreed and argued from time to time. Things had always worked out. So, this time shouldn't be any. She told me that it looked like my father and I had found our first eager women and laughed when I asked her what she meant. I thought Susan had just needed some comfort because of what had happened to her family. Bev told me she probably did but that Susan's idea of comfort was probably a lot different than what I was thinking. Her parting thought was "You know your duty. Do whatever you have to do."I took a closer look at the girl who was hanging on to me. Now that Bev had yanked my head out. ‘Carlos…’ she breathed. Her voice was low and sultry. ‘Sorry… do we know each other?’ Carlos could feel his heart beating quickly. She cocked her head slightly and smiled to herself. ‘Kind of…’ It didn’t register in his mind until that moment that she was alone. Unusual, on Valentine’s Day, for a woman to come into the bar alone. A thought occurred to him, a thought that might explain her. ‘I’m sorry. We don’t allow… I mean, if you’re a…’ He couldn’t finish. As soon as he started to say it, he.