“So go!” I chuckled.She swatted my shoulder and then she and Josie headed into the house with the kids.Later that evening, I turned on Monday Nigh... Football because Napoleon McCallum was playing for the Raiders. He’d scored five touchdowns in the playoffs at the end of the previous season, and I wanted to see him play. I should never have turned on the game.“He needs a trauma doctor RIGHT NOW!” Jessica nearly screamed at the TV as the replay was shown.I nearly threw up from the fact that his. She smelled the honeysuckle through the open window and the sharp tang of cologne whenever he drew close. She felt the prickling of cooling sweat on her exposed skin every time the fanned air brushed her. And she felt the tautness of the knotted bonds around her wrists and ankles. Hell, she almost felt his eyes on her. They were patrolling her body for sure, calm and alert, enjoying her, consuming her.But chiefly she felt the soft, insistent buzz between her legs, the sensation over which he. It is a bit fuzzy, now. At work, I nearly got hit with a concrete sleeper, and I lost my temper with the crane driver. The boss sent me home to get over it, and when I got home, Cheryl was lying on the couch, listening to music as if she hadn't a care in the world. That set me off again. I yelled at her, and may have used my fists when she stood up. Somehow or other, her head hit something and she fell down, blood pouring out of her head. I lost it entirely then; I don't know what I did. It was. I'd known the basics from myprevious outings as Megan, but I'd learned a lot that week. Now, it wasalmost second nature, even if I still needed a lot more practice. Once I was finished getting ready, I opened the door and headed for thekitchen. Mom usually made a small breakfast before church, and I washungry.The tapping of my heels on the linoleum in the kitchen alerted my familyto my presence. They were all sitting at the dining room eatingbreakfast. One of Austin's friends was sitting with.