I feel lucky if I’m able to get Jane to sit down for a meal every other day. I felt utterly humiliated.I know what you’re thinking. I know that a ...ealthy relationship functions on multiple levels and that a man should never consider his worth to be entirely tied to his skills as a chef. But since seeing that video, I cannot think of anything else when I am around Jane. We have eaten together twice since then, and all I could think about was how much she probably wished she was eating with one. Ass, cash, or grass.”She hesitated for a second then forced a smile. “I’m broke, but I got a shitload of prime weed and I’m the hottest piece of ass you’ve ever met.”“Climb on then.”She felt frail, like a paper mache doll, holding on weakly at first. She felt like she’d blow off in the first crosswind and I almost headed back. Take her to Jenny, take her to someone who could deal with this.But a couple of hours later, she’d settled in. Her grip grew more sure and her balance came back. It was. Victoria felt the tension in her back melt away as Jack's hands rolled her muscles into submission. Thanks to his handiwork, her pussy was beginning to get as wet as the sweat on her cleavage. "I have a wicked idea," she teased, arching her back slightly. "Mmm and just what is that?" he teased back, get slightly rougher in his massage, earning a quiet moan from her lips. "How about we get out of this heat?" "Where do you suggest we go?" A few minutes and peeled tires later, the pair were in. Was this a glorious triumph or a shameful defeat? He took a deep breath, one of those where the diaphragm is involved and the abdomen puffs out. He had regained control. He refused to fight. My house was minutes away. We drove in silence. He pulled into our driveway in front of the house. I opened the car door and said, ‘Thank you for dinner.’ But it sounded like, ‘I wish I had never met you.’ I slammed the door and flounced into the house. Fifteen or twenty seconds later he put the car in gear.