When he came in again, the shower was running. He hung up their clothes in the closet, then he went into the bathroom for a peek, feel, and kiss. That...accomplished, he went out to the living room and sat down on the large sectional sofa. Heidi came out of the bathroom with a big, fluffy pink towel wrapped around her, walked over to Tim, and sat down on his lap. Her slender arms slid around his neck, and their lips sought contact. He squeezed her, and she snuggled her bottom against him. Tim was. "See, it's just that easy!" Okay, Denise." Tory chuckled to herself after watching this woman operate. "I've never been to a spa before, so you'll have to let me know what's what." Didn't you even get your nails done for your wedding?" No. It was too much of an extravagance according to my ex." Well, honey, stick with me! I haven't gone to the spa in a couple years — not since our Tom graduated from the Naval Academy. But, I just know you're going to love it! Let's grab some lunch and I'll make. Igniting me from within. I felt delicious. Completely satiated, I wanted to return the favour. I also wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off his face. You know… that superior, smug smile a guy gets when they think they’ve done a great job. Maybe it was my competitive streak flaring or a hidden need to one-up him, but I thought to myself, Oh yeah? I can do better! Flinging a leg over his hip, I pulled myself up into a straddling position across his chest. Rocking my hips back, I rubbed myself. ” Mike stood just below the turret now. “I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me. There’s supposed to be dancing and music, and I thought you might enjoy getting out of the house for a bit.”She stopped on the edge of the turret, then turned around. “What kind of music?”“I have no idea,” he told her, then turned to look over the yard. “It’s really pretty up here.”She scowled, ready to tell him that the roof was hers. Abella usually kept to herself, which meant that other than Death, it.