" Why?" Sharon asked simply. She had never delved in politics much; as an American she didn't feel that she should form opinions about English politic..., and she had left most of the domestic politics to her husband. Still, what Mark was saying puzzled her."Because the government doesn't hold the reins of power, Mrs. Court. May I call you Sharon?" Of course; please do, Mr. Marlowe," she blushed. "I mean Mark."He smiled at her slip and continued. "Now in answer to your question, you must. I'm pressedagainst his chest and his groin, and his strong arm reaches around me.My heart is bursting with love for him, now that the lust part has beentaken care of."Was it good for you?" I ask him in a quiet voice, speaking against hischest."As good as it can possibly get," he says, moving a strand of my hairto the side and kissing my forehead. "You're my girl. I want youforever." You have me," I say with a smile and snuggle still closer to him.In a flash of sheer, ice cold terror, I forced. "I'm not the man you think I am. The doctors told me that I almost died from my wound. They said I still might. I can get a clot and go just like that," he snapped his fingers. "It's a good thing we had a chopper close by and they got me to the medivacs as fast as they did." Then let me take care of you," her voice softened even more. "You live in a dump. You can come here and be comfortable. And you won't have to worry about money. I have money, plenty of it. Daddy had a ten thousand acre. "Leave it. Please?"I looked down at myself. I was pretty flaccid now, but not completelyback to normal. I was still semi-long and thick. Also, my penislooked shiny with residue from Carla's saliva and my own cum. Moreover, we both reeked of sex."Just go out there, like this?" I asked.She nodded. "Please, lover boy?" It would turn you on?"She actually blushed, then cast her eyes down and she smiled andnodded."You know," I said, "this is why I think I've found the perfectgirlfriend."She.