It seemed at those times he had no control whatever over himself, that nothing mattered only plunging his aching penis into her tantalizing flesh and emptying his life-giving sperm into her. He just couldn't seem to contain his lust, even though he invariably hated himself after and would sincerely vow that it would be different next time… yet, wonderful, loving person that she was, she would smile understandingly and forgive him. Nevertheless, he felt certain that his constant failures were straining their yet-to-be-seasoned relationship and he laid the whole damned mess to this Ottawa investigation business… whatever that was all about.

Now, as he watched them moving among the guests, Madeleine looked his way and smiled. A warmth crept over him and he responded with a slight pursing of his lips that she would understand… a symbolic kiss. It was at that moment that Ginny Novak joined him, taking his arm fondly and brushing one soft, full breast against it.

"Darling, I've been looking for you," she said for greeting, smiling radiantly up into his face.

"Really? I've been right here," he said, always aroused by the suggestive tiny lights that seemed to be forever dancing in her sea-green eyes. As always, she'd had a bit too much to drink and her attractive face reflected it in the slackness about her wide, full mouth and the slight glaze to her eyes. Her usually upswept, perfectly coiffured blonde-hair showed tattle-tale wild strands also, and when she spoke there was just the hint of thickness to her tongue.

"I've been in the playroom sampling the bourbon," she said, giving his arm a little squeeze and once pressing her full, ripe breast against him. "I was hoping you might wander back and sample some with me. We might even've gotten into a game of billiards… or something."