‘So, how do you like genteel living?’ Niko finally asked, trying to hide his smirk when Brick growled. ‘It sucks, if you gotta know. I can’t e...en walk in my own house without taking my shoes off or Lorette throws a fit. The woman’s a clean freak. And lately, it’s getting worse. She’s always scrubbing at something—usually me. She’s got me smelling like a rose.’ ‘And you love every minute of it.’ Brick grinned broadly, something Niko was having a hard time getting used to. ‘You got me dead to. No one said you had to keep dating me. If all you want is a cheap fuck you can go somewhere else. My voice rose for a second, but remembering Matt, I pulled it back in. Look, why are you calling me right now? Or was it literally just to scold me some more for not having you be my only friend? Just…calling to remind you why youre with me. The words shot through my head, bouncing off of every corner. Why I was with him. It was the easiest and most complicated question about our relationship. And. She is so happy that things are moving so quickly between them, and neither could find a better mate than each other. “Well, except Tim and I,” Abbie giggles. Then she settles down, so Tim does not think she is overreacting.Tim hugs Les too and tells her how glad she has found someone after so many years alone. There are tears in all their eyes of happiness as they finish their sherries, and Tim and Abbie head to their house to fix dinner.Over dinner, Abbie is silent about what was just. Then, realizing what she had said, she laughed out loud at herself. She'd soon enough have an ample supply of pictures of her luscious ass!She covered up with her regular, everyday inconspicuous clothes and set off back to the market. It was exactly 9:15 when she got there and the door opened at once. Mr. Brown led her back to his office and locked the door as usual. There were more lights on in the room this time. They were focused lights with colored gels in them, aimed towards the couch.Mr..