"Grinning up at her, he took a firmer hold of her foot and said, "I'll do it right, honey." And he did. Nimbly he applied a pink coating to her toenai..., biting his tongue in concentration all the while he guided the tiny brush. When the nail was covered, he backed away and turned her foot to admire hishandiwork. "Good job, huh?" After examining the results critically, she smiled back at him. "Yes,Rembrandt. It's a good job. Now give me the brush and get dressed while I do my other foot." I'll. " He slammed the phone back into its cradle. He knew they were following him now, no doubt about it. he didn't botherto try losing them. What was the point?He looked down the side street as he passed the street going past thelittle house. there was a M35 at each end. Another one sat at each end ofhis driveway where it exited the grounds of his house.The one behind him stopped in between as he pulled up to the gate. Hetapped the first number of the code and waited. A message scrolled acrossthe. “Chris!”Steve turned me around and pressed his hard rubber covered body against mine and started walking to the door. I ‘led’ the way but wished I could get at that cock and body!We got to the door and I opened it to find Chris pulling himself together. His dress shirt was hanging off his broad shoulder, he had a handful of gear in one hand, and a portfolio with papers and art falling out. Chris was running late, dropped his folio as he ran to his car and was really frazzled. We jumped at. He justified this morning in his head, not wanting to really think of it as rape, or even taking advantage. Patrick knelt on the floor next to her where she lay and gently lifted his hand to run his fingers through the tangle of black hair that lay by her face. Her eyes opened and stared up at him. There was no fear in them, no hate and no condemnation, just a wary acceptance. It was as if she had come to some decision about her circumstances. They stared at each other for long minutes and then.