The scene in the dining area was utter chaos, and Hamish was not a happy man. He stood, having dropped a weighty tome about psychology onto the table to get everyone to stop talking all at once. On one side of the table were Rebecca, Sophie, and I – with me being in the middle of the threesome - literally. The other side consisted of Hamish, Simone, my mother Helena, and the omnipresent Carter or Al, as he now preferred t...

So, you’re all caught up, and we’re at this moment. You’ve been introduced to all the players in my sordid little life of lust, desire, passion, and, most importantly, love. The broad strokes are that we’re all fucking anything with a pulse. I’m with Becky and Sophie in a closed triad. Hamish and his wife Simone make quite the noise with my Mother, Helena, and her husband-to-be, Al. To complicate things, Hamish is the ide...

The two masked men dragging Sophie to her new temporary accommodations were growing tired of being kicked by the rebellious young spitfire, so they paused their march to her room. Instead of enduring further pummelling, they stopped, grabbed an arm and leg each and again picked her up, carrying her face up with a hand on each limb to save any more bruises inflicted by the still-hooded wildling they were carrying. They arr...