Anyway...let's get on with it......)(PS...bear with me while I build this....) PHASE ONE: SHAKEN A jagged breath burs... out from her. She jerked upwards and the bedsheets rippled in the moonlight. There was no sweat, no fevered heat and no nightmarish scream. There was only silence. And a stillness that was broken only by the spasmodic shuddering under the sheets. The coarse, dry surface of her lips resisted the brush of her tongue and she struggled to swallow. I guided her to my bedroom. The room had been set up with some soft lights, water and - in hope of more than oral - some condoms. The bed was one of those high leather head and footboard beds.As she reached the foot of the bed, she turned to face me, and in a naughty tone said, "Sexy bed, shame there's no bed posts," as she gave me a cheeky wink."Next time we can use the spare room," I replied. As she stood at the foot of my bed, just a silhouette of sexiness, I moved closer and we kissed. There was no way to explain it to sound reasonable.I thought about it for a while and said, "We are going to have to not mention anything about our experience to anybody. If we say anything they'll think we have all gone insane and have us committed. I'll save the pictures on my computer and if anybody asks, I'll just tell them that they are of a re-enactment we went to a while ago."We went back down to the kitchen where I told George we could unload the truck in the garage. We all met him. Gord got into it as he stripped her bare, “Gord has been wanting Carrie too. I hope they have as much fun as we’re going to have.”Later, as the fires ebbed, Gord was a bit more sober, “We shouldn’t joke about it, maybe. I think Carrie is a bit uneasy.” A wicked thought crossed his mind, “You don’t think she thinks it could happen do you?”“I think that Carrie thinks that you two could get up to anything you thought you could get away with.”Gord was thoughtful, “Getting away with it includes.