I am still better than you though. I am leaving right now and reporting you to the university and the police.”He looked at her again with the only ...motion he had left, a need for more revenge.“No one will believe you. Everyone likes me and hates you and since my friend opened the door with his access card, he will be my witness that we weren’t even here, and another friend is going to say I was at his apartment watching TV. There is no evidence. “Now take off your swimsuit,” he snarled at. He did not give her his hand on her bottom any more even though she was much enthused with his technique and wet her pantaloons just at the mere thought of a repeated performance. Then, he made a strange promise to her that if she gave birth under his care, he would treat the child as his own for as long as they stayed together. It was totally out of character for the fierce warrior to be in such a domestic mood.The close proximity to a shaft of such power to assuage her need for filling had. Tebbs, you better get out here.’ Then she walked around the counter to put an arm around Laysea. Mrs. Tebbs appeared from nowhere but when she put her motherly arms around her, Laysea broke down sobbing. Sobbing like she never had the whole day. Mrs. Tebbs ushered Laysea upstairs where she and Sally sat listening to every word that Laysea said. When she got to the end, Mrs. Tebbs wiped her eyes dry and said in a commanding voice, ‘Well honey, you can stay here with me and Sally as long as you. The man didn't seem to pose an immediate threat. His hands were spread open and held out slightly from his body, a non-verbal sign of "I'm not looking for trouble". He was slightly under six feet tall with a wiry build and sandy blonde hair cut fairly short. He was dressed casually, jeans and a long sleeve flannel shirt under a windbreaker.The man stopped a comfortable distance away. Duncan raised an eyebrow. Strange. The feeling had not intensified. This man was NOT the immortal that Duncan.