She shifted a bit and allowed him a glimpse of her new pink lace panties. Was he just imagining that that he caught the musky familiar scent of her ex...ited pussy? That beautiful pussy he would never ever taste again??You naughty boy,? she mock-scolded, ?even at a time like this.?She laid a hand on his feverish forehead. Her small palm felt so soft and cool. Until she touched him, he hadn’t realized he was burning up so badly.?Poor baby,? she murmured and made a faux pity-face, her bottom lip in. He ignored her struggles and protests, carrying her to his bedroom and began stripping off his clothes. She knew she was about to be raped but then she thought, "Why am I acting like a victim?"She had been looking for a one-night stand and he was certainly the kind of powerful sexual animal she had fantasized about. When she saw his thick, charcoal-black manhood, she knew that this was exactly what she wanted, what she needed before spending her life as the faithful wife of an up and coming. She saw something in him that she never saw in anyone else. She did see his love and wondered if she was worthy of being loved. No one else had ever wanted to get to know her and she thought she was going to be alone for the rest of her life. She wasn’t a spring chicken and she thought the prospects of her even going out on a date were too remote. ‘I think you got one thing backwards. You are giving me the chance. I have always wanted someone to love and never was even liked, but YOU are the. "A good dog, too. But, it seems like training a dog team would be a lot different."They found Jim Horton and his wife sitting on their porch in Warsaw. "Well, Mike McMahon," Jim called as soon as the two had gotten out of the truck. "Long time, no see." It's been a while," Mike admitted."Haven't seen much of you since you quit coming to the council meetings," Jim said. "Anything ever happen with that book you were writing?" Not much," Mike said, "But now, it looks like the County Historical.