I looked at Brent and I wanted him and you too. I guess you and I inherited our Mom’s hot blood and we just love fucking.”“I know I love it. Wha... do you know about Charlotte and Ginger Grafton ... They’re seniors too.”“They are very outgoing. They have their own little crowd. Most kids shy away from them because they are teachers’ kids. We have always been friends, but they seem to not trust others, or something. Why do you ask?”“They’ll be on the field-trip and in charge of the portable. Shots of us fucking.” “I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t be there when you two were having sex” “What? Is this the same person I went to Spain with a couple of years back when we shacked up with those two girls Maria and Ginge whom we fucked morning, noon and night; often in the same room at the same time; sometimes in the same bed; sometimes we changed over; a couple of times we had a threesome with Ginge when Maria fell asleep. Were you with me John or was I dreaming? What about when we went. "Boats in general. I have a certification for bare-hull in the Caribbean," I said. "Is there something fancy?" Oh, no," she said. "Little diesel inboard. After that, it's just a little sailboat. The forty-four footer tied up in front of 'er is mine and my husband's." Nice," I said, peering out the balcony doors overlooking the canal."You're welcome to come visit this evening. We'll be there for drinks. You can bring the girls along." Okay," I said. "The tall one is my wife. The short one is my. Before."Those mesmerizing eyes were locked on his. They were wide in anxiety, blazing like a witchlight, intense as a nightmare. "Before what?"He ignored her. "What is your name?" No!" she cried out. "No. I won't give you my name."He lifted a dark eyebrow. "And why not?"She swallowed and said nothing. Their eyes flicked past each other and then locked together again, before she turned her head away, exposing the vein in her neck."Why not?" Darian repeated.She shook her head in a dizzy.