“Oh – no, I would never...” he jumped in.“You misunderstand. You simply cannot hurt me. You wouldn't be able to. You probably wouldn't even wa...t to try, let alone attempt to act on the desire,” she informed him. “The sanctuary held here is for me, as well as for you and anyone else who finds their way here. It doesn't matter what side you or they are on. Violent actions simply cannot be performed here. Do you understand?” he nodded in response.“And to answer your question; yes. I did know you. ” Peter interrupted. ”We all do.” He smiled. ”You know what I think, Avril?” She shook her head. ”I think there is a reason why you came here. I think you're looking for something.” ”Like what?” Avril replied. ”I think you want something you do not usually get. Maybe tired of your wimpy boyfriend? Maybe looking for some real action? Or am I wrong?” Avril sipped her drink without answering. Peter smiled. ”Didn't think so.” Peter's now had his hand on Avrils tight little butt, and he squeezed. Her top was a loose fitting tank that couldn't hardly hide her bra straps. I could see the wide clasp of her heavy duty tity sling. I thought it must be some bra that can contain her double d's. She looked back as I was staring at her ass again and said, oh, you brought wine! Good thinking Jack, I could use a stiff drink. I quickly broke my stare and said, I thought you might, so I brought a stiff one with me. I think she caught me though because she started to wiggle her ass a little as. He put the cloth on the rack in the shower and rinsed himself. He stepped out and was drying himself as Carrie washed her hair. He finished drying and walked into the bedroom to put on a shirt. He turned on his table lamp and walked over to turn out the ceiling light. As he was getting into bed, Carrie poked her head out of the bathroom and asked, ‘Do you have a hair dryer?’ ‘Bottom of the linen cabinet,’ was his reply. As he settled himself into bed he heard her drying her hair. His thoughts.