Rosalind was 58 when we met and I, 62. The last thing either of us wanted for our memories of our first time together is that it would be rushed or do...e in exhaustion. Transatlantic travel is still a pretty grueling experience in terms of the hours you travel, the many lines in which you wait and countless other hassles draining ones coping skills. Morning was the right time for us. I spooned up against her and said, “Baby I want you rested enough to fuck me inside out in the morning.” “Count. That girl of mine has always been a little flighty, but I never thought she’d do anything this crazy, walking out and leaving you for that pencil-dick boss of hers, especially now with what’s going on out there. I don’t know what she was thinking.”Watching her pace around the room, clad in a sexy body-hugging leopard print wraparound dress, and sky-high red heels with all that long, fiery red hair cascading down her back, not only had my dick twitching, it also had me thinking back to the. “I take you’re here on Druid business,” Betsy said.Detective Roberts had been aware that the man with him was FBI, but he hadn’t known he was a Druid. He looked over at David knowing that this case just got a thousand times more complicated. Druids weren’t exactly popular among the rich and powerful on the island at the moment. Things would get very excited around the station if a Druid showed up.He swore, “Oh, shit!”“The lead engineer on the FG gun project was murdered this afternoon,” David. “Your sister has a big mouth!”“You ought to know. You filled it!” she said. “I would have waxed it had I known how the night would have gone,” she continued.All I could do was grin. Then I whispered, “Waxed or shaved, both are tongue-ready. Would you like a shave?” “I thought you’d never ask!” she replied.So I carried her into my bathroom and placed her on a towel on the long vanity’s cold granite counter. Then I ran the warm water in the sink and got out some shaving cream and a fresh razor.In.