A year later, Kitten was very happy with the decision that she made. It had been the right choice for her. When she first stumbled upon this whole sc...ne, it had been both exciting and scary. She found herself getting wet at the weirdest things. For instance, while reading up on the subject, she found that situations where the female protagonist was most vulnerable, but only by choice, seemed to send her into a tailspin sexually. The first story that she read was about a woman that had fallen. The nicotine does its job though, calming me down instantly. I look out over the city, enjoying the gentle warmth of early summer, looking forward to tomorrow when I finally get a day off to relax. I’m so pre-occupied with thoughts of what I’m going to do that I don’t hear the creaky door opening. I stare in horror expecting that bitch Alexis, but breathe a sigh of relief when I see it is Greg. Greg is different again; a really nice, gentle guy. I personally don’t know how he can stay married. Please!" I grabbed her thighs tight as I slammed into her. She grabbed my head, trying to get it off of her mouth, probably so she could whimper and beg one more time. I forced my tongue into her mouth and continued kissing her, waiting a few seconds before removing my lips from hers."Please. Please, I can’t. Please. Please. I can't ." She pleaded. "I know. You told me everything, remember? You also told me how much you fantasize about sex, didn’t you?." "Please, John. I wasn't serious I was. What brings you to the rescue?” “I heard gun shots, and since there’s no hunting in this area thought it might be y’all’s ruffnecks. So I came to help.” “God, you’re an Angel girl. Here I was thinking I had to protect you from them as they were heading toward your place, and instead you end up the heroine.” Meggie only smiled. Once I had the two handcuffed criminals on their feet she asked if I needed help getting them to my car. I didn’t really because I have a good sense of direction and I.