." Feel like a sperm donor?" Exactly!"Freddie produced a couple of cigars from his pocket and handed one to Mick. Mick, himself, wasn't allowed to smo...e anywhere near baby and preferably not at all. Michelle insisted the Emily's health might be at risk even if she got a whiff of smoke from his clothes."Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all, eh, Mick?" Freddie said, blowing out a huge cloud of smoke."Yeah, Freddie. Say?" Mick said, turning to his friend, "y'fancy playing the blues?" Hmm," he considered, "it's. He loved her eager responses in their small, intimate touches: mouth on his ear, breath on his neck, the way her chest hitched when he kissed just below her throat. At this rate they wouldn’t even be able to make the short distance to the bed. She reached down for his belt buckle and fumbled clumsily with the unfamiliar metal, eager to peel back the fabric and get down to the fleshy fruit of his body; all hot blood and gradually-tightening muscles. But he stopped her, gripping her small. "So, what's it gonna be, cowboy, the car or the gun?" Fine, I'll take the MP-5." Finn released his grip on the P-90 and grabbed the Heckler and Koch submachine gun."Besides, there's nothing wrong with the MP-5," Liv said as she grabbed two magazines for the P-90 and attached them to a tactical belt."The P-90 has a fifty round magazine. But I'd rather drive the Starfire." Finn put the MP-5's strap over his shoulder and the Glock in a belt holster. In his front pocket he carried a Strider folding. He's Louis. He used to call the shots, keeping me trapped ina well deep inside of him until Dr. Herzog helped me escape. Since thenI've been making my presence known more and more in Louis's life. I comeout fully when she puts him into a hypnotic trance, yes, but there areother ways I make my presence known. If he realized it, Louis would seethat he holds his drinks with his pinky extended daintily. He'd hearthat his voice has gone up a bit in its pitch. And he'd realize that hismouth waters a.