‘Obviously you are not a whisky drinker Lara. You said you were when we arrived here after collecting your backpack and signing you out of your mote... last night. Okay over there to that door and don’t pee on to the vegetable garden.’ ‘What?’ ‘We live close to nature out here lady. We don’t foul the natural environment with toilets.’ ‘Oh.’ She came in cold and Rick handed her thick padded pants and a ski jacket and a 12 volt 35-watt headlamp with a motorcycle battery backpack. ‘What will I use. I enjoy eating meals out. I have my favorite places all over: the breakfast joints, the excellent little pubs where the cook doesn't know he could be a chef, seafood on the water, dark-paneled steak houses. Different places for different moods, different company, different purposes.I was at a place I like to go for lunch when I am by myself. Great food, busy enough to be private if you know what I mean, good light for reading, excellent waitresses--a little older, confident without being brassy. We are going to force you to fully change.”　　　　“How?”　　　　“Like this.”　　　　Dana pulled me on top of her into a passionate kiss. My cock had rested up against the fold of her sex. Not trying to rush, I held off of pushing in so that I could play with her bountiful breast. She broke the kiss.　　　　“I don’t need foreplay, Vance. Just sex,” she moaned.　　　　“Won’t you tear me apart?”　　　　“Not now,” she said. 　　　　With a shrug, I pushed my hips forward and let her heat engulf me. 　　　　“Oh Vance, not so. I’d never met the guy, and apparently Jenny hadn’t either, but it meant that she was given just forty-eight hours notice to deputise for him until a permanent replacement was found: the posting was to France !The ramifications of this development were quite worrying. The household ran smoothly with the three of us, but I wasn’t at all happy about having to shoulder the whole load for however long a replacement was being sought, despite Tamsin’s assurances that we’d be ok and she would take her.