. and a part of her wanted someone to see. She was being fucked by such an incredible specimen of maleness, by the hottest man ... well, demon ... tha... she’d ever met.Nicolette wanted the world to see.“Michael,” she moaned. “Michael, do it. Fuck me, Michael... fuck me!“Instead of the hard thrust forward that she so desperately needed, the demon quarterback responded with a hard slap to her ass, and chuckled in response to her frustrated grunt.They stood there for what felt like years, Michael’s. Why don’t you show me your best?’ he said. She started to protest, mostly that she couldn’t dance without music. He got up, and turned on the radio to Radio 1. I decided to walk back to them and hand out the drinks. I sat down as Kim got up to give us her show. She danced for a few minutes but stopped, saying she felt kind of weird about dancing for us.“Just relax a little, maybe some beer would help.” he chuckled, offering the can he had opened. Amazingly she took a big gulp of it. He asked me. "I guess we each got a sleepin' beauty," she said."Yep." Coffee?" Please." What do you usually eat?" Whatever you've got. Toast. Cereal. Fruit. Eggs. Chops. I laughed. Not all of 'em." Wanna wait?" Sure. Don' want you to be workin' in the kitchen. My guess is there's work to be done."There was a knock on the door. It was a rumpled Andy."Hi, Gordy." G'Day. You OK?" Yep. I jes' need my roll. Then I'll work with Arnie, 'less Charlie wants me." No, I'm sure that'll be fine. Your roll's right. He attacks poor Heather in the parking lot, scores her keycard and then calls his buddy Kyle Harrison to get a clean gun, a clean car and a place to hide out for a few days," Grace concluded."So Michaelis is our pony," Taylor said."I'd be willing to bet on it," Grace said. "Which is why I sent some boys from Homicide over to his condo to bring him in. I should be getting the call any second."Taylor looked thoughtful. "Pretty impressive, Grace," she said respectfully. "I don't know of many.