In reality I wanted to beat him bloody with the glass as well. My mouth opened and closed. I had no real idea what to say. I just stood there, him wai...ing patiently while I was unable to decide if I should leave, yell at him or commit an act a v******e. Or a combination thereof.His blue eyes bored into mine. He set his hand on the stool next to him, “Sit down.”I stood there, confused.Tapping a finger on the stool, “Now.”I sat back down next to him. I felt the order. It was automatic. It was the. You know that. I can’t do that to a child that’s kin, no matter who his father might be,” I resolved.I was about to become a father ... to a child whose paternity was still unclear. This could very easily be Ramone’s baby, not mine. Ordinarily, I would let his family handle it, but Ramone was my cousin, so he was family, like it or not. It could also be my child, very easily, because it wasn’t as if Danielle and I had never been intimate, especially right after the honeymoon. I had decided not. I have to admit my interest was piqued by the Thingy. If you want the truth, I should probably tell you that there’s almost nothing more attractive to a man than knowing a woman wants him. The idea that you might have been checking me out made me look twice.” “I guess that’s fair.” “That killer set of legs you’ve got didn’t hurt, either.” “Hummmf. Flattery won’t get you anywhere you aren’t going already, Jacob.” “Just trying to be friendly.” “Thanks. I do appreciate it. Wanna know a secret?”. You know I do. I want nothing at all between your flesh and mine when they are joined to each other again. However, at the moment it is your skirt that I wish to have out of the way. Brushing my hands down over your navel, I go to work on loosening your skirt. So enraptured are you by my kisses to your neck and collar bone that by the time you think to follow my lead and start unhooking my belt, I have already worked your skirt down over your hips and thighs, and it has joined your blouse on.