One of the things Sam and I used to enjoy every morning was sharing the newspaper with each other. We'd read each other the funnies and the Ann Lander... advice column. One day I was reading him a letter from a confused wife. She'd been having regular lunches with an ex-boyfriend, but she hadn't bothered to mention that to her husband. Her husband found out about it and got furious, but the wife felt that since it was nothing but lunches—no sex, nothing intimate—her husband had nothing to. Sayer let loose with another rayof light, burning another shadow, but they were too strong resistingmost of the damage. Isabelle could tell by the Incantist pale face thathe too was reaching his limit.The silver haired Baroness shifted her feet backwards, trying to keepthe shadows from breaking through. The rest of the party could onlywatch in frustration. Neither Dacie nor Eric had the ability to harmthese creatures. If Isabelle hadn't been a Pathfinder, being able toenchant her blade, then. I heard the voices grow nearer as the front door opened and the group filed into the living room. They were all talking and laughing getting comfortable as Ron made his way to the bedroom. He came into the room and closed the door behind him. He walked over, sat on the bed and said, “I think you’re finally ready for some real fun, my slave,” as he began to pet my head. “I’m going to let these guys have some fun with you and I want you to show them how good you can be. Got it?”I couldn’t help. When I returned Joe was dressed, also. Joe watched whilst I put on bikini bottoms and top whilst keeping on my towel and doing my best to reveal as little as possible. I added a short skirt and a light top. After breakfast we went to the beach. It seemed only natural for mum and I to take off our bikini tops whilst we sunbathed, which Joe clearly enjoyed. Afterwards we made ourselves decent again and had a light lunch at a beachside café and then Joe and I went for a walk whilst mum continued.