I grabbed a vibrantly yellow towel, tied it round my hips and went back to the bedroom. Jesse wasn't there. The bed was empty, the sheets twisted, and...I glanced around the room uselessly, looking for the tall shape of my boyfriend.Gone. Jesse was gone."Fuck!" I ran from the room, out of the main door to the little apartment and into Alec and Chaime's enormous back garden. "Jes?" I couldn't see him, cast around the garden, but he wasn't there. "Jes!"There was a bark, and Shadow bolted around the. .. like... help yourself?" Heather blushed as she searched for words. Living with her prudish husband for years had made her forget words like 'cum' and 'jerk off'. She suddenly felt a sense of rebellion and anger at her husband for years of joyless life."I tried that too, Aunt Heather" he whined. "But I can't use my hands to... you know... because the skin near the ring hurts real bad." Well, we'll have to use a different method then. Go to the shower and I'll be there in a minute."Dan was. I explained multiple times that I’m the one who started talking about it with him.She wasn’t convinced, and said, “Judging from the way Gary was staring at me at the picnic last year, even with his beautiful wife nearby, I wouldn’t put it past him to try to put the idea in our heads for him to fuck me. But that would be dangerous since we’re trying to start a family, and I’m not taking birth control now.”Then she asked, “What are the circumstances where you saw him reading that book in the. It looked as though I wouldn't be needing the bowie knife after all. I was just as glad. Knives are really messy. You have to be close enough to smell the blood and crap when you gut someone. I just never felt that it was something I would enjoy.I was carrying the 10mm Glock semi automatic pistol in and upside down under arm holster. It was really too big for me, but compromise was the name of the game when safety was at stake. The glock was big and clumsy compared to my concealed hammer .38,.