“Oh, no, you don’t,” he admonished gently with a firm kiss. “Now is not the time for laughing.”“What time is it then?” she asked, finger... tangling in the inky strands at the base of his neck, her lips tracing the line of his jaw, the smooth skin below his ear.“You. On top.”With one last press of his lips against hers, his tongue silky and stubble rough, he rolled her in one smooth motion so that all she could see for a moment was the wide expanse of his chest, the dark hair leading down, down,. Sucking each between hers and then moving to the next. Her tongue pressed against them, gently licking, exploring and Dalia felt the moisture flood her.Susan's moist tongue mixed with Dalia's passion.“OH…GOD,” escaped from her throat and she felt the twisting deep inside her stomach. She pushed down against Susan's warm mouth and her back arched more and twisted, writhing in ecstacy and the twisting deep inside her stomach increased as Susans' mouth closed over hers and her tongue drove deep. This latter was because they were not particularly bright bulbs on the tree of life, and Doug kept the central government as much in the background as possible, so Jagged Quartz really thought that he was truly the master of all that he surveyed.No pity was wasted on any member of the gang, so Doug's plan was to kill the gang members as they were encountered, that is, all but Jagged Quartz—Doug planned to make a special example of him.Once the guards at the back doors were eliminated, the two. She could only wish.It was when she was home alone in her room that night that her mindfinally caught up with her and she could process all she had learned inthe preceding day. The sheer magnitude of it. The more she thoughtabout what she had done to Connor the more weighted down by remorse shebecame.Why didn't she believe in what she knew? How had she ever let herselfbelieve Connor would hurt her? Why didn't she search her memoriesharder? Why did I ever let myself get talked into such a cruel.