"Okay, darlin'," he drawled, pointing to the shower, "take off that pretty l'il dress and get in."She turned to him in surprise. "But--" No 'buts, ' s...gar." His grip tightened on her arm and he pulled her to him. He stared into her suddenly frightened eyes and spoke to her softly, menacingly. "Now, listen good, darlin'. While you're in my jail, your Northern ass is mine. So you better be real nice, hear? Now, I said strip and get in."Fear washed over her. What had she gotten into? She cursed. Lynn thought that Eric would be his forever. He began to sob again. Lynn wiped his nose on his sleeve and asked a question he didn’t really want to know the answer to. ‘Eric did you ever love me?’ Lynn asked, tears falling fast. ‘Didn’t you hear me you stupid little twit? I loved you, but not as much as you loved me. To me, you were a stepping-stone. You provided stability for me while I worked on becoming the best architect ever,’ Eric confessed, all the while boasting about his true. He had made serious explorations of her pretty face with his demanding tongue and she didn’t seem to mind his level of intensity which never failed to bring them both up to a sweat in a matter of minutes. He liked the sound of her damp bottom splashing against his bare skin because it was so obscene that it sparked his need to get inside her just a little bit deeper.Now, she was doing Sheldon’s dirty work, but he like her so much, it really didn’t bother him that much at all. In fact, he was. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.Each one of the four wheels on the vehicle is.