”“Well, that kind of puts a crimp in my timetable,” Jessica said.“Timetable? And what’s with the ‘when’ comment?” I grinned.“You tol... me to tell you if I was printing invitations. I haven’t. Not yet, anyway.”“You are damned sure of yourself, Miss Wilton!”“Would you expect anything less?”“No. I suppose I wouldn’t. What’s your plan for today?”“Well, I had hoped to hear a ‘yes’ from you, but even if you said that, I wouldn’t accept it today. Not given what’s going on. Let’s just hang out. We could. The sight of the valley and trees in the early morning sun was unbelievably settling and beautiful and made one glad to be alive. We chatted and sipped and some time had passed before we returned to the shelter, where the steam had dissipated and the rocks had cooled enough to handle. Karl and I stacked them at the side of the shelter and then managed to scrape up most of the fire's residue while the other two stored the mugs and pots and tied down the packs.Finally it was time to head off in. I felt her body stiffen and her arm tighten. She had never in her life heard me talk like that. Truthfully, I had never spoken like that to anyone before. I had always been the type to avoid confrontation. Those days were gone and it felt great to let some of my anger out.Gerald was a big guy. He probably had three inches in height and thirty pounds on me. Whether it was because I didn't appear worried or just didn't care, he turned bright red at my words but never made a move to slap some. When he came into the bedroom, he found her lying naked, face down on top of the covers and lightly snoring. He stripped off his own clothes and grabbed the bottle of oil he'd put on the nightstand. He dimmed the lights to low and went to sit beside her on the bed.Jerry took in the sight of her, so vulnerable in her sleep, her skin calling for his soft touch. He straddled her, pulling his hardening manhood up and out of the way, as he warmed some oil between his hands.He slowly spread the.