"So you're becoming a florist now?" I quipped. "Typical faggot!"We both laughed and he hugged me. Neither he, nor I, was worried about the other guys ...eeing this at all. All we both knew was that we were meant for each other and wanted to spend our time together. We wanted, not only the love, but the friendship and joy we shared when we were together. I stepped back a bit and kissed him. Not a little kiss, but a passionate kiss to show him how I felt."Ah hem," we both heard.As we turned, Dave. "Do you want me to?" I asked."If you want to," answered my husband. He showed me his hand."Is this good?" I asked."Yes," answered my husband, "I don't think he'll be able to beat it."I knew that we couldn't afford a $22,000 debt, but I also knew that we already couldn't afford $11,000 so I whispered "yes." Sorry," whispered my husband as I followed him into the kitchen. When we got into the kitchen I could see John leaning back on a chair with a big shit eating grin across his face. I was glad. When I got there I quickly took Five hundred out and hid the rest in my bag. Dressing as quickly as I could I put on a black thong, matching black bra, and a black AC/DC cropped shirt that showed a nice amount of cleavage and left about an inch of my stomach exposed. The band logo was in silver. I pulled on blue jeans and black running shoes. Looking in the mirror I thought I looked pretty good. After I put on some light makeup and perfume I headed downstairs. Hillary was attached to her cell. “Wow, this is beautiful.” “I haven’t been here in years. It’s nice to know it hasn’t been spoiled.” They drove along a bluff, passing a few side roads. “Here we are.” Sam pulled into the driveway marked ‘Bingham’ and stopped alongside an A-frame log cabin, snug between the pines. Needles carpeted the ground. A breeze whispered over head. An expansive deck wrapped around the cabin’s side and disappeared in front. The sun was setting behind them, making the view crystal clear. “Glimmer Lake.”.