Gerald guessed that because of the context, especially the very late hour, Sarah wouldn't be texting him unless she had something rather interesting t... communicate. He gulped, his pulse starting to race, as his wife confirmed his hunch.PlayingSPINTHEBOTTLE! Gerald's mind raced. He had difficulty imagining several – or almost any – of Sarah's colleagues playing 'spin the bottle' - a variant of 'truth or dare'' - even under the wildest circumstances...'Not replying' was not an option, but his. “It doesn’t want us to know what happened! Murielle and Miranda found each other, whether Murielle was a Phoenix or not! That’s the missing piece!”“But...” Tia countered, finally understanding exactly what she had seen in that last instant before the wormhole was sealed and Miranda’s countenance vanished forever. “Miranda was using Phoenix fire to try and reopen the wormhole. She would have used it all in one last-ditch effort to save herself. That’s why Tabatha had to seal the wormhole with a. .I don't know why I've written this.After all these years it is unlikely that anyone will ever read it.Perhaps I write to reconcile myself.... Whatever the reason, this is my story.It is written a while after the events I speak of, but I will try to keep it as close to what actually happened as I can.I will also try to speak the truth, even if it makes you despise me, for I won't lie, I have made many bad choices, only some of which I regret.Time is short and getting shorter by the second, so. Did some horny guy take advantage of you last night too?"Meg then continued with her game, "Yep just like I suspected, you are very wet a sticky between your legs too." She looked at Jim and in a brusque voice said, "Well what do you have to say for yourself? Did you screw my lover last night? As wet as she is I think maybe you screwed her several times."Bad boy," She said as she shook her finger at Jim, a finger that glistened with Sid and Jim's juices, and the same finger that she stuck in.