Jason smiled. “I missed you a lot.”“Me too, you,” They both grinned at her use of their little shortcut. Then she bit her lip and glanced to t...e side. “We, ah, we need to talk.”“Uh, oh,” he had a bad feeling about this. “What’s wrong?”“What do you mean, ‘What’s wrong?’”“Everyone knows a relationship’s in trouble when the girl say’s ‘We need to talk.’”Scowling, Stephanie shook her head. “Where do you get those crazy rules?” He started to answer, but she waved him off. “Never mind, we aren’t. He starts to rub my back, my thighs, kisses the top of my head. It feels so good to be held like this. He grabs my chin and makes me look up at him, kissing my tear-stained cheeks. I lick my salty lips. What the hell is happening, I ask myself? ”I need you to listen to me. This isn't your fault. My son is a selfish bastard. You'll do much better. You’re special and any man would be lucky to have you, understood? If you can't stop crying I'm going to fuck those tears away,” saying all of this in. .?” Lauren said, rolling her wrist and flexing her newly repaired fingers.While she was distracted by her miraculously healed hand, I slipped into her mind again to look at her thoughts. The anger was still there, although not quite as sharp as before. I could see that with the initial surprise fading, the more rational part of her brain was taking over from the purely emotional response.Her primary concern was that I was abusing or coercing her little sisters into sex somehow. She was also. Except I was hoping that she was thinking like me. If the night went swimmingly, no spare bedroom would need to be occupied. I glided up the driveway of a beautiful beachfront house on the south side of the small coastal town, almost on the border of Fenwick Island, just north of the Maryland state line, and immediately saw Regan’s compact frame as she huddled in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest to keep her warm. As I approached her, admiring her still-silky hair blowing over her.