Pride mixed with hunger, your smile full of wicked warmth as you watch me step out of my jeans and kick them aside, my gaze fixed upon your eyes, your...nod and mine almost in tandem, freeing me, permission granted. “I want to be fucked,” I mouth, more for your benefit than for either of my partners. I close my eyes, still smiling, shaking with need as I feel confident fingers stroking my snatch, one sliding between my swollen lips as warm fluids lead down the insides of my thighs. It’s too late. .. But Emmawas right. Coralie now has no other option. All we can do is givesupport. Try to help her be Coralie."She smiled. A trace of sadness in her eyes, but an echo more fromthe past than a present sorrow."As I have become Anne." I promise." They stood there together in companionable silencelost in their own thoughts. Then David remembered. "Anne, earlier on, before the episode with Coralie, you seemed ....I had the impression that you had something to tell. Some news....?"She smiled at. That proved to be easier than he had expected, as Ash and Keith seemed to be happy enough to hang out together out on the deck of the catamaran, a bit forward from the others, to soak up some sunrays together. Rick wanted to say or do something right there and then – it grinded on his nerves to imagine another man with his girlfriend, the woman he’d loved, had thought was so totally and utterly perfect for him… However, Rick held himself in check, knowing that his suspicions might actually. Her knee brushed his, and remained in contact with it. ‘I better be careful!’ Ben thought, as he felt excitement flash through him. ‘I must be imagining things. Ginger can’t possibly be coming on to me! And even if she is, I’ve got to control myself to make sure nothing happens!’ ‘You know, Mr. Sanders, you’re kinda cute,’ Ginger said. She laid her hand lightly on Ben’s leg. ‘For an older guy.’ She grinned. ‘You married?’ ‘Ah…I’m divorced,’ Ben replied. He was feeling things he shouldn’t be.