Rob was standing, stunned, out by the pool of the resort having just experience a very large woman come up and lay a wet, enthusiastic lipstick kiss on his cheek, followed by a ruffling of his hair as she told him his ass looked good in these jeans like a soldier's should. It was only when she winked at him and pointed upwards that Rob realised he ( Read more... )

By the time Rob got to Fox's tattoo parlour, he was primed, and really very much planning on shooting anyone in the ass who tried to book in Fox's services before he got his turn. In fact, he was so primed, he literally took her up against the back of the door, almost reminiscent of their first time and harder than Rob had managed to take her since ( Read more... )

It was just on dusk, and Rob was sitting on one of the lounges by the pool nursing a beer as he watched some of the island staff setting up for something called the Twilight Luau. He had seen posters around the island for it over the past couple of weeks, but it hadn't particularly caught his interest until he realised now that was what was going ( Read more... )

Dean had been making an honest living for months now. Although, it was still debatable just how honest being a barman in a strip club was. Life on the island was nothing like that Djinn had showed him in the nightmarish fantasy, but it would do. In fact, it would more than do. Anything was better than going to Hell, and at least this way Dean got ( Read more... )

“Mom, I need to talk to you.” Serena walked into her apartment in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. That day at Constance Billard had been tiring. Yale had accepted her application for next year, but she wasn’t as excited as she should be about it. The whole thought of going to College was daunting and she didn’t have any idea what she wanted to do ( Read more... )

Rob snapped the loaded magazine into the pistol and aimed it at the target a hundred metres in the distance. Somewhere off to his left, he could hear someone calling the command to pull on the skeet shooting range, but shotguns had never really been much of his cup of tea. Two cartridges and you were spent. No real avenue to get a momentum up. The ( Read more... )

Rob put his hand up to his cheek and brushed away the tears that were drying there. And there had been a lot of them. Beside him on the sand sat the pile of documents that had been in the glove compartment of his car, and the keys to it resting on top of divorce notice. He must have been sitting there on the beach a short walk from his and Fox's ( Read more... )

Rob felt like he had been in hospital for a lifetime. The last few days had seen him in a rather bitch of a mood because he was frustrated and fed up. It sucked when Peter got discharged and he no longer had a room mate to have a mutal bitch session with. He just needed to get out of there. So, Chase had discharged him on the proviso he stay ( Read more... )

Rob was still fighting a losing battle to stay awake for very long. Just when he thought he was okay, it seemed like he was waking up all over again, meaning he wasn't actually aware when he was slipping back out of consciousness. His head was aching but it was mostly because he was trying to absorb everything being thrown at him since waking up. ( Read more... )

House had been sitting up in his office when his pager went off. It was Chase. He couldn't tell if his page meant Fox was taking Rob off of the life support, or if this meant Rob was awake and dancing on the tables. House was pretty sure the former was going to be the one he was going to have to deal with ( Read more... )