"Sorry, I'm listening. Use a good brush for the colors, got it." "That's right. Use long, steady strokes." He selected a well-worn brush, and dipped ...he tip into light purple paint before aiming the bristles with a steady grip. "Hold still." "You got it." The features of Michael's face tensed when he touched the brush above her eye. Warm, steady breaths washed down her neck, permeated the lace of her thin bra, and bristled her nipples. Her line of sight glided across his dark stubble,. I’ll do whatever else you want if you don’t want me. Uhm, I dunno. Please, uhm, just tell me what I can do.”Cassie spun on her heel and stared at me.“So what do you think?” Cassie asked.I was torn between being turned on at the prospect of fucking Lindsay for drugs and my increasing dislike for Flavia.“Well, on one hand, I don’t really like someone being sent to do someone else’s dirty work.” I started, staring at Lindsay. She looked up at me with fear in her eyes.“On the other hand, it seems. Although, there was only a limited number of places to even contemplate. "Well, the bathroom light is on, so is Will's, and the kids' bedroom," I whispered, before I slowly strolled towards their room. "Where the hell would they be though?" I got to their door and out of sight from Will's room, and just stayed close to it. 'What am I doing? Could I be trying to listen to my best friend's son and his wife have sex? I don't know where exactly he went, but crap, my wood is stiffening now. I'd love. “Because he enjoys doing it,” she answers. “Once he started believing me, he stopped breaking bones.”“I can’t do that,” Page says in a near whisper. “I can’t endure that.”“Then escape with me,” the girl suddenly bursts out with a new enthusiasm. “We can find our way home together.”Page sees the girl’s face light up like nothing she had seen from her before. Even earlier, Lisa put on a great face, full of excitement, but seeing her now, she knows it was a lie. “We can’t just leave.”“Why not?”.