‘Cute couple.’ Peter smiled, handing the phone back. April laughed and tucked the phone away again. ‘I know right? She’s really sweet and the...’ve got two of those cute little dogs.’ ‘How about the others?’ Peter prompted. ‘Anthony and I stopped talking after we split up. We patched things up pretty soon though. Now we’re ‘friends.’ She delivered the word with air quotes and a wry smile. ‘The kind of friends who live on opposite ends of the country and don’t call or talk to each other ever.’. Because what would a universe be without a little crime and dangerous characters in the shadowed places of the planets? It'd pretty damn boring, is what it would be, and who the hell wants that?You are a tall, handsome (if you do say so yourself...and you do) sandy-haired and blue-eyed human male who goes by the name of Derrick Halloway. Captain Derrick Halloway, as you are quick to remind people when they forget to state your "hard-earned" title. You are a smuggler, thief and all around. Then she tentatively lifted her hips as he stroked into her the next time. As their bodies slapped together again, the whimpering became louder.“Fuck me,” Matt told her. “Thrust your hips up to meet me.”She did, and was quickly fucking back as hard as she was being fucked. As she reached her crescendo, Matt squeezed her nipples and pulled on her breasts the way Charlie had with Sheila. Her quiet cry became a full-fledged howl as her body arched beneath him, her mouth and eyes open in surprise.. She fell for it every time. "Bring em to the brink of self-esteem destruction, let them feel bad for a few minutes, offer no remorse, no solace. Be firm and at the peak of the moment, hang out that hand to catch her from her fall and pull her back to happiness, her hero." he thought to himself. One of the guiding principles of his pick up teachings. "You can go change in one minute. We are not through here." he shot out in a sort of annoyed tone. Her eyes now fell. "I hate when you make me.