”The man looked at her as if resigned to that fate. He was still waiting for her to start grilling him for information. There wasn’t much to tell....He had been hired by Ivan to kill her and he’d already told her that.“I guess you believe me,” Betsy said.“I believe you.”Betsy said, “I’ve always had this moral debate with myself. I’ve always wondered if bad men like you should be allowed to breed. I could totally ruin your ability to perform right now. What are your thoughts on the matter?”“Please. “Please don’t,” Dexter said rolling his eyes.“I’m glad to hear that. I would have been jealous if you had said yes, since I want to have your babies,” Eric said with a smile.“What are you talking about?” Dexter asked.Grinning broadly, Eric said, “Oh, boy! You don’t know, do you?”Somehow or another, Dexter felt like he was the last one to know anything, anymore. Eric was in too good of a mood. One of these days, Dexter wanted to be the one in the know.“Know what?” Dexter asked.Eric said, “The. ’ ‘The lady doth protest too much, methinks.’ ‘Stop that. He took you to see Hamlet?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What a nerd.’ ‘Well, yes. But so what? It’s my favorite Shakespeare.’ ‘So what’s with this ice cube thing?’ I asked. ‘Oh, no. It’s not my place to tell you. If you ever manage to convince him to see you again, and what is this, your third strike, maybe you’ll find out. ‘What’s with you anyway? Why do you keep acting this way with him? If you don’t want to see him, just don’t see him. Don’t torment the. He wondered what they would each taste like, and if they would differ in flavour. He fisted harder hoping to make the nearest trickle move faster and closer, as he wanted to lick it from his arm. His love of oral had given him a love of the taste of cum, and he wanted nothing more than to taste it again. The trickle bounced along and he watched its progress intently, it was a mere few inches away now, and with a few more hard punches of his fist should bring it within reach of his tongue. He.