” Abby saidIt seems like she said it with a little bit of underlying context, but in the moment I wasn’t sure, so I decided to let it go and just ...eave it at that. After getting back to the dock and tying off the boat, Abby went inside to grab a shower while I lit the grill to start some burgers for dinner. We had our quick supper and then I went out side and split some logs for the fire tonight and gathered some kindling. After doing those few chores I looked at my watch, 6:30. I worked up a. The day continued to be slow. Angela finished her files and was packing up to go home. She managed to talk to Jack once during the afternoon, for lunch. She began to straighten up her belongings on her desk when Jack came up behind her. ‘Angela, I need you,’ Jack slid a hand around her waist. Angela stiffened and tried to side step out of his reach, but Jack kept a forceful hold of her. ‘What is it that you need my help with?’ Angela’s husky voice whispered. Standing the way they were, in. "You're a great deal sexier than any artist's model I've ever seen."I arched an eyebrow but remained unmoving; the heat of his gaze kept me pinned in place. "Oh really? And how many have you seen?"Shaun shrugged nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on my body. "Quite a few actually, I was a fine art major in university." What?" I sat up abruptly, ruining all of Shaun's careful positioning; he scowled and then patiently began to arrange my pliant limbs into a different pose. "I thought you played. Not only with her, but with Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be arranged.His ego was bolstered, he was king of the mountain now. He never thought he would be able to get it up three times in a row! Why the hell had he denied himself for so long? Too bad the blonde bitch couldn't keep her hands off his tender daughter; if he hadn't seen that, he would feel different about her perhaps... she certainly was one helluva fuck, about the best.