It was a perfectnight, beside the dinner and the car issue."I've got a bottle of wine there in the cooler. Can I offer you a drink?"I considered this ...ut said, "I should head home Angelica."We walked the short distance to the house holding each other to avoid afall. She went up to bed via the rear stair. "Jenn will see you out dear,Goodnight."Finding Jenn in the Kitchen she said, "Thomas is available to drive youhome Miss Sara."Thomas brought the BMW around and took me home but stopped along. "We've both worked enough for one day... besides, your little kitten wants to play with the cat-nip!"She gently pressed him away, pleased with her cute word-teasing statement, the undeniable thrills of heated anticipation growing provocatively down between her thighs. God, she was getting wet there! The narrow strip of her sheer, nylon panties actually felt soaked as it brushed against the puffy softness of her curl-fringed vaginal lips.She stood and he slowly, did the same, his hands never. Matt loved teasing her about this, how she was bona fide perfect. She certainly was to him, and he reveled in knowing she was his, all his. Since putting his hand on her breast that evening six months ago, neither had sought another partner. Fortunately, neither was attached at the time; no messy breakups or difficult explanations. They just went to bed every night and fucked themselves silly. Most nights, anyway. She didn't like it on her period. But they always slept together, and that was. There was a family that lived rather close to the facility and would make excellent victims, as luck had it. The father had been a guard until one of the inmates murdered him. They had evidently chosen to stay because moving would be too inconvenient. It was a nice revenge as well, since Macmillan hated all of the guards at Leavenworth. He wasn't too upset that the ones who survived the initial riots had deserted their defunct posts to join various private armies, militias, and factions..