He’s the only exception to this rule. The club is packed, and we do a lot of dancing and dealing with horny club guys wanting to get on our arses. ... few of my girlfriends are all about it, but I’m still not really into it; the night before tired me out. It wasn't until this guy comes up to me, and starts talking to me that I actually relax a bit. He tells me his name is Ethan, and that he was dragged out tonight with his friends. His girlfriend had just broken up with him, and he hasn't been. But she stifled that hate, because it was her duty. Mainly.Also because she hated a lot of men who fucked her good.Miranda was guided down with a hand on her back. She bent over, resting on her elbows on the cool, dark wood surface of his executive desk.Jason moved to stand directly behind her. She could feel the vague hardness of him press against her, through both layers of clothes, as he reached around her hips to undo her skirt. First the button, then the zipper—pulled down with agonizing. "Miss Thurston, you are obviously not telling me things that I should know. So, unless you want to end this here, right now, quit stalling and tell me what I need to know. We could play this game all afternoon and still be no closer to the truth than we are now."Tom saw her visibly wilt and waited for her to get on with her story. "Very well Mr. Sherman, you obviously have no Christian charity, since you knew that there were things that I didn't want to tell you. I shall start at the beginning.. ”“Bye, little love,” I said. “Let me drive.”I ended the call, put the phone back in its cradle. Glanced at my passenger. Kid could use a bath and some clothes, for sure, but at least her expression has taken an upswing.Three more hours of driving. Camila’s head was on a swivel absorbing the scenery as we passed south of Houston proper, no less heavily built up, then past the petrochemical plants and finally into the farmlands, repeated a slightly attenuated version in southeast Texas, and then.