"You're not so bad yourself."Bruce tried to take Lauren's hand like usual, but she pulled it away without looking at him. "You okay?" he asked."Yup," ...he answered as she looked out her window. "How was the party at Sammy's last night?" Fun." His voice was steady and clear, like he had nothing to hide. "But I was lonely without you."Breezy let out an annoyed sigh from the back seat. Lauren wondered how many times Bruce had gone around behind her back."What did I miss?" Lauren asked."Not much. It. The Marshall Service will have a helicopter pickup the blood at Kennedy and fly it here. The flights have special priority clearance to speed landing."Dr. Kournikova had a sophisticated lab, but it was a couple of orders of magnitude less sophisticated than Dr. Sharapova's in San Francisco. Dr. Sharapova'a lab was involved in a number of highly classified government projects. Dr. Gerber looked at the bone marrow biopsy under one of Dr. Kournikova's electron microscopes. He said, "A lot of. Most of her injuries had already healed. The lashes were all gone, and the welts were disappearing quicker than I expected. I got up off the bed and shifted into my human form, and then conjured some clothing for myself. As I walked out of the bedroom, I stopped off to check myself in her bathroom mirror. My choice for right now was just a pair of tight black jeans and a low-cut white silk blouse, with open-toed ankle boots. I walked downstairs to the living area and looked around. I saw. Whether it was out back in the pool in the middle of the day, or in the foyer as soon as we came in the house. He had to have me. At any given moment, he needed to feel me squeezing him, holding him, sucking him, or touching him. It was like, he gave me everything I wanted and I gave him life. My pussy gave him comfort, gave him love. Whether he had me bent over the kitchen table shoving into my ass or on the dryer in the laundry room with my legs spread wide, he had to have me. I would wake up.