“You do it to me! You always have and…” she whimpered as they kissed, rubbed and did everything except much love. “You always will!” Layla m...aned and she was ready. Ready to love the man of her dreams, her son. She pulled from him, slid down her panties and lay on the sofa. “Come, enjoy me,” she purred in a soft, loving voice, watching him move over her with a big smile on his handsome, young face. “Love me,” she whispered enjoying the weight of his body on hers, knowing she’d never be lonely. . I brought donuts." I'm not a cop," I reminded her. "But that's okay, bring it on. I'll just make it a point to parade you around my apartment in the nude all during the game when it's my turn." If the Mavericks ever win." That's when the Mavericks win, not if," I corrected."Dream on. But anyway, you want to see me naked, huh?" Sandra asked, an evil look in her eye. "You might not be a cop, but you sure are a pig!" Another round of laughter from her while I shook my head."Is there anything. It filled the room with even more romance, if that was possible. She smiled and started humming along with the song."You have a lovely voice, my dear." he said."Oh Eric, I feel so happy tonight. If I could get up out of this chair, I would let you waltz me around the room!" Oh, you would?" he asked with a wicked smile. And he stood up and picked her up out of the chair and held her in his arms and danced around the room with her, her arms locked about his neck. He twirled her around and around. I guess I was more competitive then I knew.So now it was Sunday afternoon, time for the contest I was really here for. My stomach was in knots over what people would think of me, but I was so obsessed with winning at this point that I didn’t care. That would probably be a big mistake. Something that would forever change my life and label me as some crazy girl. Though I tried my best not to let myself worry about that until tomorrow. All I could think about was the contest and winning it. I had.