It’s late. No one’s around. Yea, you should definitely help him out. And it’ll satisfy some of your cravings as well. Walking back to his ca... you stand next to the passenger window and watch for a minute or two. The excitement building inside you while you stare at him with more and more desire. You unbutton your shirt to make sure he gets a good cleavage shot when you tap on the window. Seeing that the door is unlocked you drab the handle. He nearly jumps from his seat as the door opens,. "What's that?" she asked as she pointed at my Mark III."Just a radio that I built so that I could listen to music as I shower. Do you want me to turn it off?" I started reaching for the power switch."No," Tiff said, "just get out I need to shower and get going." She practically pushed me out the door.I stood in the hallway for a few seconds. She turned up the radio and started the shower. I went to my room and locked my bedroom door. I turned on my TV and switched to channel Tiff. She was just. I was brought up that when someone just won't leave you alone, you have to stand up to them, and have it out with them. "I'm gonna give Barocca one last chance to have her way, and try and make me say 'uncle'. If she can't get the job done, she has to promise to leave me alone from now on." "All right, Barocca," said Tiffany. "We're going to give you ten more minutes with Jordan all to yourself. Everyone's gonna stay in this room and watch. If you can't crack her in that amount of time, you. We’d be happy to have you sing it for us,” Pastor said in greeting and then approval for my song.“Oh, boy. I haven’t really played it before, but I just believe it’s something I need to do this morning,” I said as I rubbed my hand over Lynette’s shoulder.“Are you sure you want to sing it, then, Mike?” Mrs. Whiteside asked with a concerned look on her face.“Mike is really good at playing ‘spur-of-the-moment’ songs, Pastor and Ms. Ryanne. If he thinks he can do it, I trust he’ll do an awesome job.