“I don’t know, not really.” I reply, confused. “What went on between you two anyway?” he asks. I look up into his eyes momentarily then back...down to my food with a sigh. “I don’t know anymore. I guess it was never really anything.” Dylan continues looking at me like he’s thinking. Then he leans in closer to me. “Not to overstep my boundaries, but lemme guess…you thought he cared and understood you, showed you a good times, and then used you?” the way Dylan put it, no matter how much it hurt, it. She could see her sister's boyfriend looking at her half-naked body and felt funny in her stomach. Her nipples were erect and rubbing against her bra.Nathan tried again, this time going too low in the dim light of the back seat. He had licked her asshole a bit, pulling away from the smell."Oh for Christ's sake," said Leanne. "Nathan and Russ, switch!" They all looked at her. "GO!" She yelled, and the boys scrambled out the driver-side doors, passing each other as they swapped seats.Each guy was. There was no one left to defend and protect him.“Vladimir!” a female voice cried out. His wife raced down the precarious steps as though she was running on flat ground, mindless of the fact that she could fall and break a limb.“Elsa!” he gasped, falling and picking himself up again. “We must flee! Radu will be here in moments.” A loud striking sound came from the gate to emphasize his words.“Come, my love!” Elsa cried, half dragging him into the darkened main hall. They were alone – the last of. So he folded his newspaper, finished his coffee and headed out the door, but not before casting a backward glance at Renee. Some kind of fine, that one, he thought. Then he put her out of his mind as he climbed into his pickup and headed for work. Walt Freeman was a carpenter by trade, a framer, and he was a good one. He’d been between jobs back in his hometown in southern Michigan when Katrina came, and after hearing so much about the destruction on the Gulf Coast, he’d decided to go down and.