We can’t seem to be pressuring him,” said Claire.“The good news is that Rebecca may be the catalyst to solving all of our problems, his and ours...” he said.“Seems so,” she said. “But, the other biggee is still out there waiting to bite us in the ass.”“Yes, a woman. Hell, I’d buy him one if he wouldn’t ever know about it and end up hating us more than he does now,” he said.“Funny,” she said. “You cannot buy love, Rodney, and slavery is still illegal. And, in case you’re wondering you did not buy. It floated toward Heather's body and when it touched her skin, it pulled tight like a chord between them.The imagery of his hollow-self disappeared, and it was as if a light was suddenly turned on. Gregg saw the woman beneath him even more clearly. He saw the mixture of pleasure and pain centered around her ass. He saw the pleasure coming from her vagina as she rubbed against his member. It was difficult to comprehend what he was seeing. Trying to understand it was like seeing something out of. "Oh really? What was it about?" she asked me. I looked at her in the eyes and wondered if I should tell the truth. Yes, I should. "Well, if you must know, it was about you." I said. Lyndsey looked shocked. "Really? What was I doing?" she asked. "You were kissing me." Lyndsey moved closer to me. "LIke this?" she asked as she kissed me passionatley. "Yeah," I said when she stopped, "Like that." She looked me in the eyes. "What else was I doing?" I told her and she began to kiss. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.“Excuse me!” he called to the man. “Do you have any water?”“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.”“How about my friend here?” the traveller gestured to the dog.“There should be a bowl by the pump,” said the man.They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave.