I reach out to pat her shoulder but she cringes away from my hand. Yanking it back, I retreat a step as she covers her face with her hands and sinks t... her knees. I lower myself into an awkward crouch, by body still barely covered by the sheet. I keep my distance, afraid that one false move on my part will plunge her into hysterics. “Ida.” I say, trying to coax her out of her broken despair.She mumbles feebly in response and folds tighter within herself. “Ida, look at me,” I command.She shakes. I didn't look up. The last thing I needed was more quality time with Chuckie."I saw them leave. Is there anything I can do?"That wasn't Chuckie's voice. She was leaning over me, hands resting on the edge of the table. Her name tag was inches from my face."I doubt it, uh, K.C."Just two letters centered on the white plastic badge. Oh well, anyone but Chuckie."My real name's Casey, but everyone calls me K.C."She wasn't going to go away, so I took another longer look. A sympathetic smile beamed at. He refrained from holding her head and guiding her pace, letting Ariel demonstrate her capacity for inventiveness and her devotion to his pleasure. Ariel employed her lips and tongue tip only on the most sensitive erogenous male zones: the corona and the contiguous nerve endings. She shunned the deep plunges and full shaft strokes that Zack was accustomed to from his less imaginative assignees. Ariel’s disciplined efforts were generating wonderful sensations and Zack reveled in the glow that. ’ Selena would have turned her back on him in a huff, but she wasn’t inclined to expose her bare backside. Instead, she pinned him with a heated glare. ‘Then you should be grateful that I’ve just prevented you from having to spend the rest of your life with me in hell. Now get out!’ Liam slammed the door so hard the walls shook, and heedless of who might be watching, he stalked down the hall. His wife was the most infuriating woman he had ever had the misfortune to meet. His wife! The words.