Don’t you see he knows that I know he killed that guy in the woods? No one believed me; they just thought I made that up to get away from him. He ha... money and influence, and nobody believes that the great Ronald Randolph Jr. could be involved in underworld crime. But he is.”Sloan sat silent.Spencer bent down on the floor in front of her. He took both her hands in his and made her look at him. “Honey, did he hit you?”She tried to shut out his question, but he wasn’t giving up this time. She. She smiled, and let out a long, languid moan.“Oh, that was wonderful. I love you, Dan.”“I love you, too.”“Mmm, kiss me.”He was happy to oblige that request, and reclined next to her to do so. A lingering tingle of her orgasm caused her to twitch when their lips first touched, but then they both melted into the soft, sweet kiss.For long minutes, they simply looked at each other, caressing each other’s faces and tasting each other’s lips when the whim struck them. Then, she rolled over onto her. Bryon laughed, knowing he’d been trapped, ‘Nay, I do believe I have a supper to eat back in your home. What say we leave now?’ With a pat on the back from older to younger, the two strode away purposefully into the setting sun. The eyes of the older sparkled with hidden excitement. He knew the boy would be leaving him and Naidra in no more than a year’s time. Bryon’s parents had died of the fever when he was still quite young. His quick ability at developing skills with metals had earned him. She hadn’t seen dad in about four years and it really upset her that he wasn’t living life to the fullest like the man she once knew. “So all he does with his life is get home from work and flop on the couch? Is he depressed Pam?” she asks. “Well he still goes to the gym early in the morning before work, so he does have that outlet. The endorphins are really good for him. I’m not sure if I’d call him depressed but, now that you mention it, I would say he’s stuck,” I reason. “The one good.