I quickly dried off and used the towel to try to get warm. I had been outside for so long, I was almost numb. Of course the cold water didn't help.Onc... dry, I walked to the bedroom, trying to be quiet, I didn't want to disturb them, no matter what they were doing. The bedroom door was open and I could see the 3 of them in my bed. They were all close together with covers over them. Ron was in the middle with a girl on each side. And it looked like they were all asleep. But I knew they had been. “You did once upon a time,” he whispered.“Yes, once.” She stepped back. “Maybe I’ve grown up ... at long last.”“Gina...”“I’m sorry, Robert. Will you excuse me?”Without waiting for a reply, she turned and strode from the lounge. It was fortunate everyone was too busy talking to see her tears.Linda and husband Terry owned a rambling house with massive grounds, so it was over an hour before Gina saw Robert again. After the disaster of their meeting and a five minute cry in the loo, she was. He needed to think about what to do. He was going to bust in on them and beat up the guy first, then throw Charlotte out on her fat ass. He thought about the guy and estimated that maybe he would fight back. A gun is what he needed. But he doesn't own a gun and doesn't know how to use one. If he had one he would make the guy beg him not to use it. Of course if he did use it he would go to jail. Jail looked to be a unsafe and scary place. Greg considered all the weapons he could think of and. As he placed his free hand on her shoulder and started some idle chatter, it immediately sent shivers all over her body and realising that this was arousing her and not sure where to look, she turned to him and smiled hoping that he had not sensed anything. They moved the guest chairs in front of the window and sat there for a few hours chatting about their pasts, their achievements and their goals and desires. When Linda got up to re-freshen their drinks, now being their third one, Marc moved.