We heard Jeremy drawing near, Michael holds his finger up warning him not to interrupt us, determined to finish the kiss. He places his lips deliberately close to my ear and I can feel the heat from his breath as he whispers to me, “This is by no means finished.” I can’t resist the temptation of looking down, to see if he is as aroused as I am. The four of us sit at the dinner table with dishes filled with food, drinks poured, and Lara ready to pounce out of her seat with a weary expression on her face. You can tell she’s just waiting for Franky to cry....