The bar was playing some fun flashy song that had her dancing through the sea of bodies in the bar until she sat down. She was wearing frayed cut off ...horts and a billowy top, and instead of following everyone else by wearing flip-flops, she wore ankle booties. Every article was carefully chosen from her tops to her hair, a perfect definition of someone selectively constructed. Marcus watched her as she sang along with the song being played overhead. It was as if she forgot that there were. After about five minutes without another word being spoken, they stopped at a bus stop. Samantha’s heart was thumping in her chest more than she ever knew was possible. It was frightening walking through London like they had been, but that now seemed easy compared to standing still at a bus stop while others walked by looking! “Just stand upright, shoulders back and leave your coat alone” he said to her in a low but demanding voice. She did as she was told and was immediately aware than. When I said the heater isn’t working and its 57 degrees in here, she immediately asked where the extra blankets were. I said I didn’t have any extras, and stood there looking around thinking (but I already knew what the solution had to be). I suggested that we combine the covers we had, and use my bed for the night. Between the extra covers, and our two bodies, we should be OK. We were drunk, she was agreeable, and when she began putting on heavy clothes to sleep in, I almost freaked. I. She took it all before moving up to kiss him and cuddle him as he came down from his orgasm.“Jerry, that was amazing. I’ve never done anything quite like that. Would you want me or Julie to become pregnant?”“Somehow I think that if either of you wanted to, you would be. So, right now, my vote would be ‘no’. Not that I wouldn’t want to be a father with you both. I guess that’s a discussion for the three of us to have. Let’s have that discussion after I’ve decided on that new job. That is if.