"Hi, hon. How's it going? You staying in tonight?" Yeah." She sat next to him. She pulled her feet up under her, exposing her damp pussy to the coolin... air, granting him a full view. She deliberately leaned against him. "Mind if I join you?" It's just a game." He gestured toward the TV.She rubbed her head up and down his shoulder. "Kinda boring, isn't it?"He shrugged. "All depends on what interests you." You interest me. Can I ask you something?"He looked at her. "Sure." Did you ever think - I. "Go ahead, you evil bitch." That's my princess!" Steven was used to getting his way and knewexactly how to get it. He held the gun to my earlobes and pop...pop wentanother bit of my masculinity. I felt the pendants swinging lightlyagainst my ears. Another reminder that Steven was moving me closer tothat fork in the road.In the meantime, the nail tech had been working on my feet. It feltwonderful. She did something called an exfoliation, then began trimmingand filing and buffing my nails.. She was still upset, but now was cooling off to where they could discuss things. She had told him that she was going overseas as part of a volunteer program that would operate in a refugee camp. It was something that she did every other year and found considerable satisfaction in it. He worried about her traveling to such a dangerous location, but accepted it as something that she needed to do for herself.His dissertation was now half written and would be finished in another month or so. He. -Come sit right here *patting the seat between us* I don't like flying much either. You can tell me what you are learning and we can both be distracted.She moves over and she starts telling me about clouds and ozone layers. I close the book and ask her to tell me what she can remember without referring to the pages. ~I really don't remember much. -Good because this stuff is pretty boring. What kind of music do you like?~Rap you?-Country~Ugh, I hate country.-That is because you haven't heard.