Some of the interpretations are pretty weird. The dominant wolf- or dog- in a pack doesn't go around picking fights, and he doesn't get his jollies bo...sing someone. Dominance simply means that when he DOES feel the need for things to go a certain way, they do. Tonight, the dominant one wants to breed me- and I will be bred.He leans towards me then, and takes my nipple in his mouth, bites gently and then smiles at me. "Let's go upstairs."I know, if I wanted to, I could say no, and he would. He was a smooth talker and a devious son of a bitch. Just the thought of him invading the sanctity of my marriage was making me furious. A woman never forgets her first lover and because Clayton was handsome and rich it made everything so much harder to take. Taking vengeance on my wife was another matter. I knew what Clayton did. I was not sure what Cassie had done. Spirit and intent mean a lot to me. If she did anything, what was her motivation and what was she trying to accomplish? I didn't. And since you’re married, how about your car?”“While that sounds like fun, we can use the alley,” he says.“A bit chilly for that, isn’t it?”“I’ll be warm,” he answers with a sinister grin. “Trust me when I say, so will you.”Vanessa shrugs and Hank leads her out of the place and right into the alley right next door. The alley is dark and the wind is fiercely cold. Except for the bar, everything else is closed. He presses her to the wall as soon as they enter he kisses her. He just takes her by. Somehow, I suspected a man was in charge of team names.I made the Brooklyn team as the catcher. I had only played catcher once. At a frat house where I ended up covered in more semen than a Motel Six bedspread. We were then assigned uniforms. If you want to call them uniforms. They were nothing more than colorful lingerie. My team was coached by Yogi Bear and his bench coach Boo Boo. Our clubhouse was always stocked in delicious pic-a-nic baskets.We even got sponsors for our team. We first got.