"Here I come." Sally stood and tried to dive. Her mind remembered how to dive, but her body wasn't up to the level of those memories. She did a rat...er clumsy belly-flop and came back up to the surface sputtering and spitting water.Shayne was laughing at her. "I hope you can climb better than you can dive." She turned and began swimming towards the wall."I slipped, that's all," Sally said starting after her. She had the same problem swimming as she had with the dive. Mitch knew how to. His large muscled frame filled the entire bed forcing her to move to another room even though he babbled like a baby when the fever took him. Not that she would have shared the bed with him anyway. She had to maintain a a strong sense of propriety as his guardian and as a single woman of 36.She sat in the parlor of her tiny civil service bungalow and stared at the insects hurling themselves at the flickering fluorescent on the veranda. Their tiny carapaces made flick noises like little pebbles. “We have it arranged, Your Highness,” Lydia said quietly. “We wanted to find the rest of our group before we began.”“You did well,” Joseph told her. He looked away and sniffed before wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. The deaths were senseless. He had marched for months and fought a campaign without a single friendly casualty and now six had died because of the cowardly priests.“We are less than a quarter day from Blue Harbor,” he said. “Once the burial is complete, we rest for the. I know I've been enabling you, but I can't do it anymore. You can't keep tempting me like this," she cried. "What about us? Ever since you first asked me about a lesbian relationship that day, we've gotten so close to each other. We're best friends now with lesbian benefits," I reminded her, as my hands went to her tits. Her hands came to rest onto mine. "I know, but what if my dad finds out? He would have a major meltdown, I can't risk that either." "Let me take care of him. Just let me fuck.