Concealed carry...

"As it happens, I do..." you chuckle. "Concealed carry only, I'm afraid..." you take a step back. "I shouldn't get too carried away."
"Boo..." Lucy puts on a pouting face as you button up and re-cinch your belt. "That's no fun..."
"Sorry, cutey. You're a real treat. Very tempting." You step forward to drink from her lips one more time. She really is quite enticing. "But I'm going to have to put the brakes on here."
"Ok..." she sounds thoroughly disappointed. From down the hall, Ana's voice can be heard, moaning rhythmically, building to a crescendo. "Guess you're brother-in-law in there doesn't feel the same way..."
"Well..." you empty your drink, "that's his business." You reach out to brush a finger across her lips. "I'm going to hit the road now. Thanks for the drink and the pleasant company. Let him know, would you?"
"Sure." She smiles. "Someday, James Sinclair. Someday, I'll set the hook in you."
"Maybe, little Newport. But not today."
You head back to the clubhouse, turning in your cart and heading to the Javelin.
On your drive home, you think about Jack, so effortlessly breaking his vows. You wonder if Karen knows about it. Maybe she does, and she's just putting up with it for whatever reason. {if KaylaSexLvl > 1
} You certainly are no saint yourself, but just because you've crossed the line once doesn't mean you have to take every opportunity that presents itself. {elseif RileySexLvl > 1
} You are definitely no saint. The happenings between you and Riley are enough to consign you to the ethical trash pile, but that doesn't mean you have to take every opportunity to continue to be a scumbag. {elseif TaraSexLvl > 1
} You are no saint yourself, clearly. However, that doesn't mean you can control yourself, that you have to take every scummy opportunity to get down and dirty.{else
} You can be smarter than Jack, if not for ethical reasons, for safety's sake. Even if you want to, you don't need to risk fucking up your life with Jenna. {endif
}
You roll up to the house around 1:45 PM.