James
She’s dozy. It’s hardly surprising. She was already well exercised when we got back from the walk. Since then a combination of rum, the warm water and…. oh yes, not forgetting, she’s been ganged by six…. and her head’s drooping.
She’s lying on the couch with Michael, he holding her in his arms….
…. nothing nicer than a cuddle after mind-blowing s*x….
As her breathing changes, he slants his face around to see her eyes closing, then after a minute or two, carefully stands up from beneath her, lying her back and pulling a cover over.
I hold up a bottle of scotch and he nods, joining me in the armchair next to mine by the fire.
“So, what did you make of that?” I ask.
He looks at me askance then shrugs, shaking his head. “You’re right, aren’t you? Well, if good s*x keeps her comin
