So she wasn’t going to let herself fall for him. It HAD to be just about the sex. She had enjoyed all the build up between them, the late night skyp...ng and sexual banter these past few months. It was weird he grew up in Inglewood, her home town. She couldn’t remember him but then again she would only have been young. So she had asked her mum about him and her mum had raised her heavily pencilled eyebrows, ‘They were a stunning couple. Tom and Sam I think her name was. I remember the wedding.. Nude, Mary slipped on the robe she kept by the door and pressed the buzzer.The woman walked up the path from the gate. She was good looking and red-headed. Her uniform had obviously been modified to fit her closely without appearing tight. Full breasts, narrow waist, slim hips. Her trousers followed shapely thighs. She had a lovely smile."Good Morning. Say, haven't I seen you at Still Waters?" Yes. I'm Mary. I spend a lot of time here, now. How are you? " Fine, thanks. This is for Mr. Chance.. John was more skilled than I with metal working, so we were able to use a continuous steel bow. Some steel cable was unwound to make a bowstring, and we were in business before long with a mobile ballista.We made some darts from tree trunk sections. The shafts were split from the trunk and turned to a round crosssection with a simple, home-made lathe. We fletched the darts with feathers from a T. Rex we found dead on one of our hunting trips (no, we were not stupid enough to attack an adult T.. It's like jumping off a cliff and right when the free fall should start you find yourself on solid ground like you never jumped at all.Like music building and climbing to the top. It gets to the top and instead of holding the note and wowing the audience the orchestra immediately grows silent. Lights out. Done.Like a train pulling into a station and just as it gets there it dies about 1 inch in the platform area.Edging is the act of bringing someone close and then stopping. I wasnt close, I was.