Perhaps she couldn't get pregnant again, perhaps that was why she only had one child, perhaps she knew her cycle well enough that she hadn't been ovul...ting. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.Hitch found himself vacillating between letting Kieu-Linh stay and politely, but firmly, asking her not to do so. As much as he had protested, he did not, actually, look forward to another cold, harsh Winter spent alone. Winters were the worst. It was harder to get outside, more difficult to relax on the ridge. "Darling, you stay. You get out of my room, mother." This is no longer your room," she snarled."As long as things belong to me are in here, it is my room. However, we'll have them out of here in a few minutes then it won't be my room any longer. Josh, do you see those drawers over there. There is lots of expensive lingerie over there. Help yourself to whatever you'd like to see me in. Don't take all of them, we don't have that much room at home," Victoria said softly, tossing her four fur coats. I leaned froward, squeezing my thighs together as the hot itch grew in my pussy. My lips brushed the crown of his hard cock. Salty precum leaked out, a preview of the true delights to come. My tongue flicked out, caressing the crown of his cock while my hand stroked him faster."That's nice, little mage," he groaned. His hand grasped my head and ran his fingers through my short, light-brown hair. "Work that mouth."His words were somehow demeaning. Another hot flush rippled through me, tingling. I stopped and said, ‘You look different to me now.’ ‘How?’ ‘When I saw you in the bar, you were a sad but beautiful woman, now I can see the joy starting to shine through.’ She smiled. She got into the cab next to me and as we drove back to Brooklyn, she put her head on my shoulders. ‘My wife is dead, you know.’ ‘Excuse me?’ she said ‘I didn’t catch what you said.’ ‘My wife and my child are dead,’ I paused to catch my breath, then I continued’ I killed them.’ The words penetrated my soul. I.