The day dragged on and he caught himself thinking during his meetings. He tried to call her at lunch, but she wasn't there. He received her email shor...ly after lunch. All it said was that she loved him and hoped he enjoyed the recital.He left his office at five and drove home after stopping at the florist to buy a single white rose, her favorite. The house was empty. He scanned the mail on the desk as he set his briefcase down. Nothing important. He fixed himself a sandwich and ate it. The women then went about taking a shower and getting ready for tonight, Michael started to unpack the clothes and I was sent down to find a local shop that we could use to top up our basics like sun cream, etc, etc.I walked down to the lobby and asked the tall bell boy who had just fucked my wife where the best place would be to find the items on my list. He got out his phone made a call then after speaking to someone for a couple of minutes instructed me to follow him to the rear carpark.Once. . I ... should keep my mouth shut. I just wish non-Circle members were included.”Owen asked, “Who says they’re not?”“Dave.” All eyes turned to him, including Donna, who’d been mostly silent.Dave forced a large smile. “I stand by what I said, and I would like to emphasize what Owen said. He used the expression ‘make love,’ not have sex or fuck. We each want there to be a sufficient basis between two people who choose to have sex so that they can agree that they are making love. Sure, lust often. I had been trying to hide it with my plate of food but the bulge just kept making the plate slide to one side. I looked at her properly for the first time since she had come down and saw a broad smile on her face, her head tilted slightly to one side cheekily. I couldn’t say anything and I couldn’t help but smile at that cheeky look either.“Do you love me daddy?” she asked.I was shocked at the question. “Of course I do. What a silly….”“And you will always love me wont you?” She interrupted.“Yes.