It was already late. So I decided to drop her at her hostel. I booked an auto. But in the midway, she acted like she was in pain so I asked her what i... it?She- Nothing serious, just some stomach ache due to my medications.Me- Are you alright? Should I drop you to your room?She- Even if I wanted you to do that, you wouldn’t.Me- Well, let’s make today an exception.She- You sure!Me- Why not? it’s not like we are strangers, we are in a relationship. Ain’t we?She- Of course we are.After half an hour. Oh how wrong he was."So Melinda," I heard Makayla talking to Melinda behind us. Melinda seemedperfectly content to let Quincy continue to talk to me, which was somewhattroublesome, "you were looking kinda...gray when you left the club lastnight. What happened?"Quincy didn't immediately react to the conversation, though I saw him rollhis eyes a bit. I got the impression he'd told Makayla to keep her mouthshut about that unless Melinda offered information about it. So much forthat idea. Makayla. “So what is your Mom doing at my house?”“I don’t know.” Jeffery said.Missy slapped him again. Jeffery recovered from the slap and looked back up. Wow, she was really getting into this. What did she want? He decided to make something up.“I’m going to ask you again and if you don’t give me the answer I want then I’m going to tie you up and start cutting your clothes off.“For real?” He asked.“Yes and then, who knows…I might cut HIM off!” She smirked.“Holy Shit Missy.”“Call me M. You are my. She liked knowing that there was something primal in that muscle bound hung waiting to snap and devour her. Right then Jillian wondered if there were really women who hated being looked at like a piece of meat. Maybe if it was the wrong man doing the looking but if it was six and a half feet of beef cake what woman didn’t want to be devoured? As she wriggled free of her dress she fantasized about him tasting her, his lips on hers. Perhaps he would try for the sensitive patch of flesh at the.