This is not a love thing, just an important activity to satisfy a basic human need. No commitment necessary other than respect and proper precautions....��He was curious, “What do you mean by ‘precautions’?”“If you are screwing anyone else then you must use condoms with me. I am on birth control so hope that won’t be necessary. The feeling of semen is important to my satisfaction and I hope you’d like leaving it behind!” [big grin]He reached for her hand which she gave willingly. He turned to her. Tristan sidestepped as two of them lunged at him simultaneously. He dropped slightly and with a swinging kick, sent one of them flying. The other twisted away then swung forward. Tristan caught his wrist, avoiding the lunging blade and twisted; he felt the snap as his opponent screamed, his shoulder dislocated.He stood to the left and behind Aesia. He glanced round as one burly youth made a lunge at her back with a knife, as she dealt with another. Tristan, wrong footed had no option but to. Wilkes brought only the one back up trooper. I assumed it was part of the federal budget crunch.“So, about that chat?” I asked.“So, why did you think you could avoid me?” he asked.“Let me get to my computer,” I said moving toward the door. I did manage to secure my revolver and entrenching tool, before I moved inside the house. The single black agent in the FBI fatigues kept a close eye on me for Wilkes.I sat down at my full sized laptop, as opposed to my Acer over the road laptop. The couple. And I reached a life altering decision and pushed Ron away and off of me at the same instant.“What?” he grumbled in a hoarse voice.“That’s enough,” I said in my most stern Mother voice that had worked in the past.“Robin, you give me a world class case of the blue balls and say that it’s enough! Well get a clue-it isn’t enough!” he said angrily.I was busy rearranging my clothes and trying to get myself back together and all I could say was,” That’s enough. Take me home.”Ron was as angry about.