George poured brandy into each glass, handing the half filled glasses to the watchers.George poured brandy into each glass, handing the half filled glasses to the watchers. The two remaining glasses on the tray attracted attention to Bill and Susan's absence. "Where's Bill and Susan, Lisa?" Bull's query startled Lisa. "Oh, they're in the den, Bill's showing Susan his new home computer, they'll be out soon. Let's drink up all the brandy so they'll miss out if they don't hurry up." The bigger logs in the fireplace were actively burning now, casting the amber and red flames over the bark surface of the wood, lighting the room in dancing shadows. "Somebody turn off the lights, and we can sit in just the firelight," Harry moved over to sit by Lisa. The lamps in the living room turned off, the group sprawled on the carpet, Polly lying with her head with her head on Bull's lap, Betty lying on her stomach facing the flames kicking her slim legs in the air behind her. Her curved rump quivering each time her legs moved. "Bull?" Polly looked up at his face as she moved her head in his lap, "is that your wallet in your front pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" "My wallet's in my back pocket, that's me you're rolling the back of your head on, and I am glad to see you. I'd be gladder to see more of you. |