She rolled over and was quickly back asleep.Sara Jean's eyes snapped open and she glanced at the clock. 3:07a. For a long second all was silence, and ...hen..."Yes!" the cry punctuated by a bump of a headboard against the shared wall.Heather was louder tonight. Sara Jean could clearly hear the moans and sighs and gasps and everything Heather coherently spoke to her lover..."Yes!" Oh God!" So good!" Fuck yeah!" ... it was accompanied by the bump of the headboard against the wall.It surprised Sara. I slowly unbutton my shorts, moving to undo my zipper. I don't take them off yet, instead I move towards my bed. I lay on my back, my head hitting my cotton duvet cover. I run my hands over my body, tempting me further. I decide it's time to get rid of my soaking shorts. So I move my hands down my body to pull the shorts down my legs. Once they are at my ankles, I kick them aside, leaving me in my silk bra. One of my hands slips under my bra, while the other goes in between my legs where I open. ”“Like Adam, Eve and The Serpent?” I suggested.“Something like that, we all need our regular doses of romance, intrigue, seduction, and scandal. It’s the only thing that gets us up in the mornings, to read the celebrity pages in the local press.”“All right then, but it is all very plain and unexciting, not scandalous at all. We were just children who grew up together in a relatively small rural village in Kent, quite close to London. So close, that, as the factories for the Royal Ordnance at. Belle collected her long skirts and made her way down the staircase, wondering what in the world this man could want. She pulled the chain to unlatch the massive doors, and started to pull. She stumbled and fell, though, as the door flew back before Gaston's big fist.Gaston loomed. There simply wasn't another way to put it. His overly muscled frame cast a huge shadow across Belle, and she struggled to her feet, unable to catch her breath."Belle?" What ... what do you want, Gaston?"He chuckled,.