It has been a week now since the end of the season ball. Tristan sat in his study drafting a letter he wanted to send to Eric which required him to go to the port to clear the incoming pesticides from France.
He paused and smiled as a thought flashed through his mind. He could remember vividly that night of the ball he had taken his time to bring Katrina to a blissful summit with his hands and tongue. His grin widened as he reminisced at how she had lain afterwards bereft of all energy not even able to raise a limb. She was just as he had imagined; sweet and succulent for the taking.
The next day had prevailed with a promising beginning but then... He grimaced remembering coming home that afternoon to a sobbing Katrina who flung herself at him the moment he entered her room to check up
