“Jett, I don’t know that we have the kind of catalyst that will stick us together,” she sighed. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try. I ...on’t want to just have fun. You know? It doesn’t mean I don’t want to have sex. I just don’t know if we have the bonding agents that will hold us together on the canvas.”“Spoken like a true artist,” I chuckled. “We all like you, Mary. Maybe that’s a drawback. You’re sexy as hell. And funny. But we ... I won’t try to force you someplace you won’t fit in.”“I. She is shaved except for a small inch strip of black hair and even that is trimmed short. Makta moves closer, takes her left hand, places it behind my head and guides it to her tit. I don’t have to be told anything as I latch onto her left nipple and suck on it like staving baby sucking on it mother’s nipple. My right hand cups her left tit while my left hand moves up to her right nit. I take her right nipple between my left pointer finger and thumb to slowly roll it back and forth. I work her. He barged through his bedroom door and slammed it shut behind him and it was then that he found it. Laying there on his bed was a stopwatch, placed right in the centre."Mom?!" Adam called."What?!" his mother replied from downstairs."What's this stopwatch doing on my bed?" I have no idea what you're talking about."He approached his bed and picked up the stopwatch. He held it in his hand and looked at the face. The stopwatch was a classic golden stopwatch with a cover that flips down. It even had. He loathed the winter’s cold but at least it made him feel alive, awaking him to the fact he still had his wits. The dry docked boats still wore their winter covers some of which were white but most were that ugly shade of blue. “Who ever picked out that color?” he wondered. “Is it the by-product of some cheap manufacturing process that produces a color like that? God knows I’d never choose that. Why don’t they make them tarps in some color like gray.” Passing the land-locked power and.