"A fucking rap song?" had been Jake's first reaction."It's not a fucking rap song," Matt replied. "You just sing it like one."And so he'd demonstrated... running through the basic tune for the first time and singing the lyrics, in machine-gun, hard-core rap style, while grinding out the guitar. Jake's first impression was that it sounded like shit and that this was some sort of one-upping maneuver in response to I See You. It was only after they continued to try putting the tune together that. Morris," says the judge. "Ms. Jurgenson here has done agreat deal of community outreach with this court in the last fewyears, and she is offering to help you."I don't need no help, especially from a broad. But I know when tokeep my mouth shut."And if you accept her help, and do as she asks for the next month,we can consider dropping your charges. Or, I can sentence you rightnow if you like."I've seen broads like this. This is her good deed for the day orwhatever. Makes her feel less guilty. I was wet, open and ready.Turning me round in the shower and nudging my heels apart, I felt his erection seeking its target like a guided missile. Direct hit. Oh my goodness, how wonderful it felt as he saw to it I had as good a fucking as Kay, before drying me off and climbing back into the shower.I walked into the bedroom naked and lay on the bed while he finished off in the bathroom. Seeing me naked was too much for him and he climbed on top and screwed me hard in the missionary position. She might have come to him looking for an illicit affair, something to pass her nights while she was enjoying Los Vegas, but things had changed since their first night together. That first night had been fast and heated. Nothing more than two people squelching the lust that flared readily between them. Lately, especially last night, the sex had been meaningful, deeper. Last night had not been sex, it had been making love. He craved and enjoyed coaxing the sighs, squeals, and screams from her.