Then moving quickly Leo’s lips were on Lucy’s, his warm slippery tongue touching lightly on her parted lips, a moment’s hesitation before pressi...g on harder. His hands held her waist, pushing at the waistband of her trousers. Sliding together they sank back on to the bench, Leo’s hands sweeping over Lucy’s bare skin as he pushed her t-shirt over her head and un-clasped her bra, releasing her perfect firm breasts. Leo leaned down to take Lucy’s rosy puckered nipple in his mouth, and an icy. In other words, small events act as catalysts for starting conditions. The concept is imagined with a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a typhoon - thus the butterfly effect.I end the call and sink down into my chair. Maybe I should be crying, at least feeling some morsel of sadness, but I feel indifferent. The selfish bastard died of a brain aneurism. So what. Selfish bastard!A few days later I tell my captain I will be taking a few weeks off work. The precinct will have to survive. “I suppose that you are Beatrice and your uncle is ‘Young’ Bart?”Relieved, Beatrice told her, “I am indeed Beatrice, and my uncle is Bart. He’s not so happy that the ‘young’ still follows him.” She paused before she continued, “We have an empty room. That and the evening meal would be two pinches, three with ale instead of watered wine. It is too late in the day to ride to the farm, but if Blue and Tris don’t come in the morning, I will point you to the right path.” By using the familiar for. Norm grinned, twitched his eyebrows, and then directed his attention to picking a path through the other patrons.The closer he drew to the restroom, the more the butterflies in his stomach frenzied. He nearly abandoned the idea, slowed his gait, and looked back in preparation to talk his way out of it. It so happened that he turned just as the man on his tail adjusted the even more swollen bulge in his jeans.That was enough to make his mouth water, his cock throb, and his arousal to surge.