I badly want to crawl into the bed, cozy up with you, feel your body against mine, kiss you crazy and make love to you. But I am tired and my stomach ...ants its fill. After the long hours at work, I badly need a shower to relieve some of my stress. I drop my clothes into the hamper and step into the shower. The first drops of water hit me and a chill runs down my spine. I set the temperature of the water and take a leisure shower, all the time wishing that you could join me in the shower. I. Local? Out of town? Who knows, not that big of a deal anyway. Just one of the guys hanging out there. Shoot the shit with the bartender a little then retreat to your little quiet corner to catch a few emails and tidy up the day before (supposedly) heading up to my room for the night. 7:46 Ok, now I’m starting to think ‘fuck this’ and text or call her to be sure she’s ok. Abort the mission and return to home base. We can always regroup and do this again in a week or two. Besides, it’s not all. “You’re not serious?” Garth replied, before adding, “He would have to spend a week in a bath of antiseptic and detergent to get cleaned up.”“Yeah, he certainly needs a good scrubbing. But, after that, I think that he could be very hot,” Caroline reckoned.Caroline and Garth had been married for three years and were both bisexual. They were swingers and often attended gatherings of like-minded individuals.“Listen, Garth, why don’t we show some charity for Thanksgiving and ask the homeless guy to. Well, I'm a chick from the sticks. Too thin. Wiry. How about meeting me at the Ben Avery Shooting Facility about five o'clock this afternoon? I want to see how good you are with a pistol."Flint looked at David. He nodded."I'll be there," Flint said."A shooting match?" David said to his wife.She sipped her coffee and nodded."I'll be there, too," David said. "This I've got to see."Darla waked barefoot into the room. She wasn't naked. She wore shorts and a blouse. Taking in Nora's nudity, Darla.