The Retreat   Author's note: Well, it's been an insanely busy
spring and summer at my house. Hectic life has kept me hopping,
but I FINALLY managed to get back to writing. I decided to do a
contemporary story this time. I will submit the chapters as
quickly as possible, but I apologize in advance for delays
between chapters. As always, I love to hear what you think.
Leslie Drummond awoke with a smile, stretching languidly before
rolling over to bestow a radiant smile on her slumbering
bedmate. He lay relaxed, still soundly asleep. Her smile
deepened as she catalogued every detail that was visible, from
his thick grey hair, to the bristling growth of whiskers along
his strong jaw, his broad chest, flat stomach and that
tantalizing line of darker hair that trailed downward from his
naval. He was beautiful. He was her love.  "Wake up,
sleepyhead," she murmured.  She nibbled at his neck and
shoulder, ruffling her fingers through the springy hairs on his
chest. She teased his nipples to life before exploring h