To herself she had admitted that at this point, it wouldn't have made a whole lot of difference if she hadn't met Mark, but in her heart she knew she ...oved him deeply and really wanted to make her marriage to him work.Now, as she hurried across the clearing to the Camp Office, Natalie thought about that first conversation she had had with her husband's college friend. She'd been aware, at the time, of the older man's appraising stares, and she sensed immediately his instinctive approval. But. The rest of what she needed was available within walking distance, most of it from a dim, windowless store seven blocks away. The pills were already in her car. They were prescribed for her insomnia and even half a dose normally did the trick. Her doctor insisted her main problem was just refusing to lie down; well, she intended to have her share of that tonight. She grinned wickedly at the thought as she crushed three of the blue tablets into a fine powder, sifting them into a little. This time, she actually knew the masked man in front of her, and he grinned wide, unabashedly looking over that naked body he had long lusted after. It made Cassie tense. It also turned her on, being his object for tonight."On your knees," he said, as the other man placed a floor cushion below Cassie.Mr. Hasselbeck gave a gentle downward tug of the leash, pulling at her collar so she'd drop down.Both men stood before her. They both undid their pants while looking at her. Cassie's eyes were. Get your fucking hands off her." I snapped and he glanced over at me, seeing he was the quarter back of the football team."Mind your own fucking business." He commanded and Ginger looked over at me. I fumed and swinged my fist at him, but Sandy caught my arm."Guys! Really?" She laughed in a musical tone and the dude stared at me. "Sorry," He muttered and walked into the cabin of the boat with Ginger. "C'mon, who cares if they fuck? It's a fucking party!" Sandy laughed and I couldn't help but.