Gina fumbled with the green silk wrap as she headed down the stairs with a smile. It had been over two years since the fun began. A smile flitted across her eyes as she recalled the honky tonk they had stumbled into last night. Smooth booze, hot blues and lonesome strains had heated up the night. Her body tightened at the memory. Far into the pale light of dawn the music had sung to her soul. Her body recalling the yearnings of younger days had followed the heat, rejoicing as the musicians entwined and cajoled until it all took wings. Blake wouldn't be stirring anytime soon. She gazed back up the stairs and smiled, waiting for him to come back down …..