" He turns to face me, his eyes kinder and a smile on his face. "And I know you had a wank and got cum all over the shower, earlier." I didn't cum." I...laugh, relaxing more now. "Sometimes it's more fun to save it, you know?" Yeah, I get that. I did it for a couple of days before we came to Amsterdam. To be honest, I wanted to get laid on this trip."He gets up and goes to his suitcase. The moonlight through the window catches his ass. When he bends down to his suitcase I can see his soft cock. According to Jill, Lynne claimed to have had a good time, but they only went out twice. I knew what it felt like to be around Lynne after your wife had died, so I was pretty sure I knew how he felt, and why he didn't ask her out again. But the fact that she'd gone out with him emboldened a few other men and she accepted dates with them too. Nothing seemed to last longer than a couple of times out with the same man, though. I thought maybe Lynne had her own troubles, thinking about Paul watching. "We could..." Go water-skiing again," Bianca cut in."If you knew what you wanted to do, Bianca, why did you ask?" I wanted to make sure you wanted to do the same thing."I ATE SLOWLY SAVORING the scrambled eggs. They were very good. Feminine logic seemed a mystical thing, or a black art. I was tempted to ask her to explain her logic in that statement but suspected I'd find the answer just as confusing as the statement."Are you sure you're not too sore?" I innocently asked. Bianca blushed, a rare. Some of my colleagues suggested I should support the sports teams, get more "school spirit". Gag. But if it meant getting to see Nick's taught, glistening abs again, well, I guess I could take one for the team. Get it? Nick spotted me and jogged over to where I was sitting. "Hey, Miss Lane. What brings you here?" he asked oh so casually. "Oh, I've always been a sports fan, especially soccer. I even used to play myself. Although back then, we used dinosaur eggs instead of soccer balls." Really?.