He lapped the sticky juices off them and whispered, ‘I think you know why I’m here.’ My emotions overtook my head as Michael softly nibbled on m... earlobe and kissed the nape of my neck. I had always wanted him… Michael, with his soft blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and his remarkably toned and muscular body shaped from years of running track. Now that he was here I could hardly believe it. I had feelings of guilt, of total disbelief, but most of all, I had this feeling of complete happiness.. I decided to pay with cash, since I expected that he would doubt my credit card was for real. Cash usually worked well. The little clutch bag I carried at night, since we found the murder victim in the deserted factory, contained a money clip with very close to a thousand hundred dollars.Even after I gave him the money, he looked like we were going to steal the towels. He should have known what we were there for, since we didn't have any luggage. It wasn't the fucking towels. I almost was. “But as I understand it I get to see you in your lingerie.”“That is correct. I’ll undress down to my lingerie and you can look. And for that you write a check to the SPCA. We certainly appreciate your generosity. Do you mind me asking what you bid for me? ”“The bidding for you stopped at $5,800. So I will write a check for that, but I might do more.”I let that comment hang in the air, but he did not elaborate.I went back to the bar and poured a second margarita as I gazed more closely at him.. "No big deal. It's not like you're the only pregnantgirl on campus." Yeah, but they probably think that you did this to me," Tommi replied,her voice a bit angry. "It feels very awkward."Brian thought for a moment before answering. "You're probably imaginingit because you're tired." He tried to calm Tommi. "I'm sure no-onethinks that you and I are ... well...." He flinched, knowing that Tommiwas probably right, and that he didn't have a good answer for her.Tommi ignored his feeble words. .