A/N Ok well i recieved some strange commenti lol...but sorry to those of te who thought simmilar and sorry for any confusion...umm here's part 15...its really quick so i doubt its any good...read, review and rate like always!!
They returned to the yacht and settled in for burro chicken infront of a DVD. Greg got a glass of wine for Lisa and got a glass of scotch for himself before sunggling up on the divano together.
"You know," Lisa started.
"Hmm," Greg replied.
"I've enjoyed this trip,"
"Me too," he detto with a smirk stretched across his face.
"What?! te enjoyed it only for the sex?"
"And te didn't?"
"No, the sex was good, GREAT even, but I also enjoyed it because we bonded in a way in which we haven't for nearly 20 years and it's been 2 weeks away from work that I have actually enjoyed, I got to let my hair down and try be me for a change,"
"It's been nice," he detto but quickly changed subjects, "We're gonna have to get Wilson back, just for shits and giggles,"
She gave him a smile, "I know,"
Lisa cleaned up the cena mess and went to letto early. She stood in the bedroom savouring memories before she raided her back for her tracksuit pants and her muscle back. Putting them on, she then slid under the sheets and stared at the ceiling.
She tried to supress the emotions that was threatening to flood her eyes. She was going to miss this side of Gref. He, not long after her, made his way to their room and slid into the letto too. Lisa wiggled and he sensed her distress.
"What's up?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired from the day's activites,"
"No, something's up, Lise, tell me,"
She sighed and spun in his arms. She hugged him tighter. Greg planted a baciare to her forehead-understanding her posessiveness.
"I promise you, things won't change,"
"But that's it, it can't happen, when the board find out we're sure to lose our jobs,"
"The board cannot dictate OUR personal life,"
"I don't want to have to say goodbye to you,"
"Neither," Greg replied.
Lisa soon fell into a deep sleep after their talk and Greg pressed another gentle baciare to her forehead....
TBC....
read, review and rate...
xx
They returned to the yacht and settled in for burro chicken infront of a DVD. Greg got a glass of wine for Lisa and got a glass of scotch for himself before sunggling up on the divano together.
"You know," Lisa started.
"Hmm," Greg replied.
"I've enjoyed this trip,"
"Me too," he detto with a smirk stretched across his face.
"What?! te enjoyed it only for the sex?"
"And te didn't?"
"No, the sex was good, GREAT even, but I also enjoyed it because we bonded in a way in which we haven't for nearly 20 years and it's been 2 weeks away from work that I have actually enjoyed, I got to let my hair down and try be me for a change,"
"It's been nice," he detto but quickly changed subjects, "We're gonna have to get Wilson back, just for shits and giggles,"
She gave him a smile, "I know,"
Lisa cleaned up the cena mess and went to letto early. She stood in the bedroom savouring memories before she raided her back for her tracksuit pants and her muscle back. Putting them on, she then slid under the sheets and stared at the ceiling.
She tried to supress the emotions that was threatening to flood her eyes. She was going to miss this side of Gref. He, not long after her, made his way to their room and slid into the letto too. Lisa wiggled and he sensed her distress.
"What's up?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired from the day's activites,"
"No, something's up, Lise, tell me,"
She sighed and spun in his arms. She hugged him tighter. Greg planted a baciare to her forehead-understanding her posessiveness.
"I promise you, things won't change,"
"But that's it, it can't happen, when the board find out we're sure to lose our jobs,"
"The board cannot dictate OUR personal life,"
"I don't want to have to say goodbye to you,"
"Neither," Greg replied.
Lisa soon fell into a deep sleep after their talk and Greg pressed another gentle baciare to her forehead....
TBC....
read, review and rate...
xx
