Tristan’s POV:

I decide to cut hours on the coffee shop, not asking anyone more than 6 hours, no matter if I have to close early or open late (depending on the rush hours). I tell Enid I’ll ask for a loan to pay the $430k and I’ll resign on Jarrod’s project for now.

Enid's POV

I suggest to Tristan we stagger the start times of our staff so they don't work for more than six hours, but we keep the shop open for 7.5 hours.

'Also before you get a bank loan, can I speak to Mirabelle' I told him. 'She might be willing to help'

I notice my muscles jiggling against Jarrod's hand makes an immediate strong tent in his shorts. I see him smile slyly while he brings my hand to his tent telling me he wasn't lying about it. Then adds that he wants me to choose the next position.

Before choosing our next position I run my hand up and down his tent a few times making him moan beyond his control. I then tell him I want to turn around so I'm sitting on him so when we do it he can still have his hands on my thighs with mine on top of his.

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I smile as Camilla says she wants to keep her hand over mine as we make love. I reply: “I love when you think of me while we are about to do something, are you at least close to reaching the point of no return? You know your sexy thighs jiggling is an extreme turn on, if you add to that your hand on mine, I don’t know how much I can last.” After a short silence, I add: “If you’re not close you could place your hand on top of mine when you are about to reach the point so we explode together.”

I smile…

Amans lacrimae wrote:

Tristan’s POV:

Hearing Enid, I slide my hand, lifting her skirt up to mind thigh, giving her relaxed thigh a soft, gentle pat: “Do you trust in her enough to ask for such an amount?”

I close my eyes, reveling in her sexy muscles as they jiggle in my hand.

Enid's POV

'Yes Tris, I do'.

With a deep breath I went to see my best friend. Mirabelle thankfully was able to give us the money, although I did feel guilty about asking knowing that she wouldn't see it again.

'Babe, don't worry' she told me. 'It's not a problem' She let a single tear run down her left cheek. I was still awed by how she made herself cry everytime we met.

The arrangement we had with the judge was we could pay it back in instalments,  so Mirabelle went to her computer and transferred us the first $36,000.

'There you go' she said, rejoining me on the sofa.

'Thank you so much' I said gratefully. 'You're sure it's okay.'

Mirabelle let another tear slide down her right cheek.

'It's fine.' She assured me. She explained her uncle was a very successful novelist and because he had more money to know what to do with he shared it with her.

After we had talked for a few more minutes - and Mirabelle had sent a couple more tears streaming down her face - I returned to Tristan with the good news