This is the exciting, concluding part of Living Next Door to Heaven. It covers a longer period of time and sometimes has less detail than previous par...s. But isn't that what adult life is like? You have a job. You come home. You take care of the children. You have dinner. You sleep with one or more of your mates. Repeat.In the wake of the tumultuous events in Part VIII: Becoming the Storm, the crew deserves to have a little less stress in their lives. Of course, as they reach their mid- to late. As they prepared snacks in the kitchen, Buck came in, dressed only in silk shorts. Kathy felt a flutter in her stomach at the bulge in those shorts, and at his muscular chest and wide shoulders. He came over and gave her a kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth. "Hi sweets" he said, kissing her several short, lingering kisses as she trembled. His hands slid down to her ass and cupped it through her shorts.Kathy noticed that Valerie had gotten all the snacks ready and had taken the tray out to. "Can't help you on that one," she answered. "The Gammas had an all-night rush party. You were here when I got in this morning." She glanced up from her books. "You look like hell, too. Where was the party?"Vicky started to take inventory. "Norma and I went dancing at the club," she replied softly and slowly. Every motion, every word, no matter how faint, seemed a new adventure in pain. "Funny, we weren't drinking," she observed softly.Melanie bit her lip. "And you don't remember coming. And when she crawled off his lap, turned her back on him and started to get back into her clothes, he just hoped this wouldn’t be it for them. As crazy good as what they’d just shared had been, he knew he needed more and just hoped she’d felt it, too.Once he’d pulled himself together and he glanced over and noticed the sad looking salad she’d abandoned, sitting wilting by her PC, he frowned and said, “Please tell me that pathetic looking bowl of greens isn’t all you were having for.