Wick, near John o’Groats. Lovely smooth dram.”“I never knew you were a malt whisky expert. You were always a beer man.”“Still am, but I’ve...grown to love malt whisky. Got quite a collection, like your mother. You?”“As you know, Mum was a single malt whisky buff. I think you two would have got on well in her later years. You saw the collection at the house. You must come up with me again and drink some more of it.”“Love to.”“You know, when she was dying she as much as told me to leave Peter and. Here as well, we found, we shared a lot of commonalities. We were both a bit frustrated with our sex lives, but not to the point of looking for something outside of our well-established marriages, frustrated non the less.Thanks to a heavy dose of bourbon, probably, we both expressed our curiosity in sex with men. I admitted to having some degree of expertise due to my wild years of college and some extensive experimentation, Mark admitted to naught. On that first night, one thing led to. ”“Or,” he added, reaching around to her inner thigh and caressing upward all the way to her panties, ”make your pussy wet like he does.”Steph couldn’t deny it. He did. And she was. Wet, that is. Steph closed her eyes as Jack’s fingers brushed her panties aside and caressed between her moistened pussy lips. A little over a week ago she would have told him to stop. But the new Steph allowed herself to enjoy it. She looked out the kitchen window at the guests, at Phil, as Jack's fingertip grazed. Yes, that sounds egotistical, but we have the power to be and do so much more than the mundanes, that it sets us apart. We live by a different code, a different set of moral values and, frankly, that is as it should be,’ he paused and I could feel him shifting mental gears, considering his words carefully.‘In our history, every time some Mage has gotten the idea that we should be open and aboveboard with the mundane population, that we should treat them as equals and ask for equal treatment.