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“
Yep,” she said, shaking her
head up and down then taking a gulp of her wine. “Just thought you
girls would want to know. I’m headed back down to make sure my man
isn’t pruning her fig bush. I suggest you two do the same.” She
walked out of the room keeping her staggering to a
minimum.

“
Hey, she’s right; we need
to get back down there, Tylar,” Tess said.

“
I’ve got to nurse Preston
now. You go ahead.”

“
Okay,” she said
reluctantly. “Just know that I have your back.”

“
Thanks, Tess,” I smiled as
she left.

I lay Preston on the bed while I slipped out
of my costume and pulled the covers back on my side of the bed. I
lifted her up and into my arms, snuggling beneath the covers with
her. I flipped the television on and nestled her against me. She
nestled down against me. I looked over at the bedside clock. It was
only 10:30.

Of course, everyone was drinking alcohol
except me. I’m sure it made for a great party. It pissed me off to
know that Trey had danced with her, drinking or not. I looked down
at Preston and her little brows were furrowed as if she sensed I
was upset about something.

“
It’s okay, baby girl,” I
said to her smiling. “I warn you though, Mommy better never find
out that you were in public wearing nothing but fig leaves. Do you
hear me?”

She stopped nursing to give me a smile. I
kissed her forehead and we both drifted off to sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much later it was when Trey
stumbled into our bedroom, flicking on the overhead light. “Why the
hell didn’t you come back down to the party,” he asked, slightly
inebriated.

“
Shhh, Trey,” I cautioned.
“You’re going to wake the baby up.”

“
What the hell is she doing
in here? Her crib's in my parents’ room.”

“
We fell asleep,” I said,
irritated with his attitude about Preston being in here with
me.

“
Here baby,” he said,
reaching for her. “Let me take her on down to their room. They’re
getting ready for bed so they'll be in there with her.”

“
Are you drunk?” I
asked.

“
I’ve had a few,” he
admitted, “but no, I’m not drunk-drunk, just a little buzzed-buzzed
is all.”

If I hadn’t been butt naked under the sheets,
I'd have carried her down. As it was, I felt he could manage
getting her there in one piece. I climbed out of bed and got into
my nightgown and finished up in the bathroom before he got back.
When he returned I was still under the covers.

“
Jesus Christ,” he
commented, getting out of his costume and into his pj pants and a
tee shirt. “Mom and Dad are fit to be tied about Tristan’s
girlfriend. I had to listen to them go on for a full ten minutes or
more.”

“
Why are they fit to be
tied?”

“
Why do you think? They
didn’t exactly appreciate her costume.”

He went into the bathroom where I heard him
brush his teeth. Once finished, he climbed into bed with me. It was
after 1:00 a.m. “Hey, you missed the best part of Tristan’s party,”
he commented, pulling me next to him so that he could caress my
breasts.

“
Oh? What part was
that?”

“
When they sang Happy
Birthday and toasted him. Then he made a toast and announced his
engagement to Libby.”

“
What?” I sat up in bed.
“Are you serious?”

“
Yeah,” he grinned, “you
should see the rock he gave her. I told you they were all about
each other.”

“
I’d rather have seen your
mother’s face after the announcement. How did she take
it?”

“
I don’t know. I mean I
wasn’t specifically watching everyone’s reaction. My brother is
happy. I think we should wish them well.”

“
Whatever.
Goodnight.”

I wasn’t going to argue with him. I wasn’t
even going to bring anything up about knowing he danced with Libby.
What was the point? I either trusted him or I didn’t. Anything
outside of that was simply drama.

“
I don’t want to sleep,
baby; I want to fuck.”

“
Go next door,” I answered
rolling over onto my side with my back to him. I heard a mumbled
curse. He turned on his side pulling the covers up and went to
sleep. A short time later, Trey and I were both roused out of our
sleep by the noise next door.

“
Oh yes, baby!” Libby was
screaming. “Keep fucking me Tristan; just like that. Pull the ass
beads out now - oh yeah, aarrrgghhh!”

“
Good God ….not again!” Trey
hissed, pulling the covers up over his head. The headboard was
slamming against the wall in a steady rhythm that seemed to go and
on. It continued at a slower pace as Libby’s orgasm apparently was
winding down. Someone was now knocking on our door.

“
What the hell now?” Trey
grumbled, throwing the covers off and going to the door. It was
Clive asking that Trey and I keep it down.

“
Jesus Christ Dad, it’s not
us! It’s Tristan and that nymph he’s engaged to.”

Clive apologized for the interruption. By
this time, things had quieted down next door. Within twenty minutes
it started up again; by this time Trey had passed out so I was left
to listen to it alone. They had finished their second round. I'd
finally drifted back to sleep when more noise came from the room
next door. It sounded as if there was an argument ensuing. My
female ears perked up. This was way more interesting that listening
to sex.

“
What do you mean that I’m
too friendly, Tristan?” Libby yelled. “No, I'll not keep it down.
You need to explain yourself to me.” Evidently Tristan’s answers
were in a quiet tone, so I didn’t get to hear them. Libby however
wasn't pleased with them.

“
What the fuck! So I danced
with Trey - what of it? I danced with Nigel, too. Oh and I danced
with Landon and some other guy named Ray. Why are you making a
federal case about my dancing with Trey? Someone had to, I suppose.
I just felt so sorry for him.” I didn’t hear anything further for
several seconds.

“
Quit shushing me,” she
hollered. “You’re the one that's making a big deal out of it. His
wife deserted him for the most part during your party to play wet
nurse to that baby of theirs. I felt sorry for the poor guy.
Christ, don’t you trust me?” Tristan must've put her mind at ease
with his response. “I love you, Tristan, and only you. You have to
believe me.”

Oh, Christ - what an actress.

Tristan must've bought off on her explanation
because I didn’t hear any further argument. Within minutes, the
music of their slamming headboard against our wall was all I heard.
Trey had managed to sleep through it all.

I'd never been so glad to be home than after
that long weekend in Bristol. I'd called Gina during the following
week while Preston was napping to fill her in.

“
No fucking way!” she said
as I told her about the sex in the next room, their costumes and
Tristan’s sudden engagement. The crème de’ le crème was when I told
her that Tristan was moving to Atlanta to live here because of her
job. When Gina asked what Libby’s job was I told her about
Sexabella. Gina knew of the company. Why had I not been
surprised?

“
Oh, yeah,” she said
excitedly, “they distribute a lot of that stuff we saw in the
Sextique Shop at the mall in Bristol, remember?”

“
How could I possibly
forget, Gina?”

I remembered the Jack Rabbit Wallbanger
w/Suction Cup she'd bought for me as a Christmas gift last year
from that store. “So, how's it going with you?” I asked.

“
Well, we're sort of at a
standstill with the division of property. We have the condo and the
business. With what we owe on both there's no even split of equity
or liability. It’s a quagmire, I guess. In the meantime, I’m still
living at the condo, of course, and Ian is paying the bills. I
still work at the club on days, but it’s hard, you know? I mean
everyone knows what Ian did and continues to do with that skank.
I’m not one for pity, girlfriend.”

“
I know that, Gina - I’m
sorry about all of this. Hey, let me talk to Trey.”

“
Why would you talk to him
about my problems?” she asked.

“
Well, he mentioned
something about buying shares of Tristan’s winery; what if I could
convince him to invest in the Sanctuary instead and buy Ian’s
interest out?”

“
Oh, Ty, I mean I love you
for thinking about me on this, but that's a lot to hope for from a
friend. Given the Hot Nazi doesn’t care for me, I don’t think you
have a snowball’s chance.”

“
We’ll see,” I replied. “It
couldn’t hurt.”

“
Hey,” she said changing the
subject. “How's your house coming along?”

“
It’s on schedule,” I
replied. “Want to ride out with Preston and me today?”

“
Absolutely,” she
said.

I picked Gina up after lunch and we drove out
to the house in DeKalb County. She'd been there with me before
several times but it was nearly finished with the exception of the
flooring and final trim. We toured the house and Gina marveled at
the layout.

It was two-story with a partial walk-out
basement. It was approximately 3500 square feet. The master suite
upstairs was in Gina’s words ‘to die for.’ Our room had a working
fireplace, ‘his’ and ‘her’ dressing room/closets and a master bath
that had a sunken Jacuzzi tub, double marble showers, double
vanities and ‘his’ and ‘her’ enclosed commodes. The horse barn was
nearly finished. Trey was making arrangements to have Derringer and
a couple of other horses brought out after the first of the year
when we moved in. Gina had promised to help me furniture shop after
Christmas.

I asked Trey at dinner that evening about the
possibility of buying out Ian’s interest of the Sanctuary.

“
Are you crazy? Absolutely
not! Do you realize that restaurants and night clubs are the most
risky types of investment? Aside from that I can’t imagine being in
business with Gina. Dumb idea, baby.”

“
But just think about. .
.”

He cut me off with his usual, “End of
discussion, Tylar.”

Sometimes Trey’s closed mindedness really
pissed me off. He hadn’t even given me the courtesy of pretending
to consider it before he gave a definitive no. So much for it being
“our” money, I thought. Perhaps I could find another investor. I
really hated to see Gina lose that club. She needed something to
occupy her time and the social environment there was therapeutic
for her.

I was folding clothes in the laundry room
when it dawned on me that I could be an investor without Trey. I'd
put all of the money that I'd cleared from the sale of the house
and furnishings in Radcliff into my own savings account, along with
the money I'd earned from the dressage competitions, the left-over
money from the sale of my car and the ten grand I'd received from
Maggie’s previous employer.

I went to the bedroom and got my savings
passbook out of my underwear drawer. I had over $200,000 in my
savings account. I'd offered to buy the furnishings for the new
house with it. Screw that. Gina was more important. I smiled at my
ingenuity. I put my passbook back in the drawer. I'd tell Gina the
good news tomorrow while Trey was at work. She and I were going to
be partners.

I finished up in the laundry room and went to
check on Preston. She was in her swing in Trey’s office, chewing on
her pink rubber clothespin. She smiled when she saw me, dropping
her toy and holding her arms up for me. Trey was typing away on his
laptop. He looked up as I lifted her from the swing. He was trying
to figure out whether I was pissed at him for blowing off my
suggestion about investing in the club. I decided to keep him
guessing.

“
Do you want a bath,
Preston?” I asked, totally ignoring Trey. She still had slobber on
her chin from chewing on the toy. She grinned up at me as I picked
her up.

“
Tylar?” Trey called after
me when I reached the hallway with her. I stepped back into his
office and glanced over at him. “Oh, I see. This is how it's going
to be now,” he stated simply.

“
Excuse me?”

“
I’m going to get the silent
treatment, aren’t I?”

“
I've no clue as to what
you're talking about, Trey. I simply finished my chores for the day
and decided to bathe my daughter. Is there something you
need?”

“
Don’t let me keep you,” he
replied frowning.

I bathed Preston and dressed her in one of
the new nightgowns Susan had bought for her. I cradled her against
me in the rocker and unfastened my nursing bra allowing her to
nurse.

This had become one of my most favorite times
of the day. She fell asleep in my arms. I kissed her forehead and
gently placed her in the crib. She loved sleeping on her tummy now.
I pulled her blanket up around her and her thumb found her mouth as
she slept.

Trey was still in his office. He was talking
to someone on his Cell phone. I only heard the tail end of the
conversation where he told someone he would see them this weekend.
I showered and climbed into bed. I'd fallen asleep by the time Trey
finally came to bed. He was still damp from his shower as he curled
up next to me.

He wrapped an arm around me,
pulling me close to him. I felt his warm lips as they kissed the
nape of my neck, my shoulder and my cheek. He gently nibbled an ear
lobe. I hoped he didn’t think we were going to have make-up sex.
That
was not
going
to happen. His hand lowered to my hip as he pulled my nightgown up,
his fingers pushing past the elastic of my panties and plied the
folds of my sex gently. His warm lips continued to kiss my neck
moving toward my throat as he rolled me towards him. I could feel
myself getting wet for him. Damn!