“We... we have to stop. I do not wish to be pregnant.”“I’ll stop.”“But I do not want to stop.” She grabbed at his shirt, and with an alm...st angry motion pulled it off. She giggled. “You need to do more exercise,” she admonished, putting her hands on his chest.“I am torn in two. I want... I want to feel what it is to experience a climax. But I cannot get pregnant. I have not seen the doctor.”“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”“I wish there was another way. I wish girls could. "Why in the fuck do we pay Johnny if he can't control who comes in the door?" she screamed. "Our Mr. Kelly should never have been allowed in... much less allowed in with a fucking gun in his hand. We are lucky to be alive. Jesus H. Christ... just think of it... what if he had shot a customer? Or me? Or you? We would've had fucking police all over... oh my god, the questions. They would have asked all the questions that we don't want to have to answer!"Yes, dear, thought Roger."We have a great. ”“I thought it was an act, but now I’m not so sure. She just eats up the attention I give her. She’s pretty, has a nice body, has two great kids, and has a great sense of humor. Maybe she’s a bitch at home, but it sure doesn’t seem like that would be the case.”“Do you know what her husband does for a living?”“He’s an accountant,” I said.“Maybe he’s putting her feet to sleep!” Kara smirked.“Bad sex isn’t the same as bad treatment,” I said.“What would you possibly know about bad sex?” Kara. I went back to driving, but those legs... those beautiful, tan, promising legs...Angel had spread her thighs a bit to give herself a bit more legroom. I knew the delights that lie between those tan thighs and just under that short white skirt. As she sat there, eyes closed and listening to the rain on the convertible top, I couldn't help myself. I let my hand wander over and ever so lightly rest on her thigh just above the knee. With no objection, I let it rest more fully on her leg and then.