Her right hand slid down my neck, over my shoulder, and then to my breast, her touch was so gentle. She caressed my breast, as she broke our kiss. “...ow about I help you with your shower?” she asked huskily.=================================================“My name’s Lula,” she whispered in my ear, as she reached around me for the soap and scrubby. “Turn around, I’ll wash your back first,” she said as she lathered up the scrubby. I turned around pulling my hair over my shoulder, exposing my back. ‘You said it was ok to cry at weddings,’ I countered. ‘They’re happy tears.’ ‘I don’t believe in happy tears. People who cry at weddings, or the end of romantic movies, they’re really crying for themselves, for what they don’t have.’ ‘But you cried too!’ He gave a slight nod and looked away. ‘You’re right. I did.’ I kinked my neck. ‘Why? Are you sad too?’ Oliver nibbled his lower lip as he looked back to me. ‘I was. Just a little, but I’m over it.’ ‘Just like that?’ ‘Sure,’ he began with a. That is when she climbed on top of me. She spread her legs around me and braced herself against my chest as I looked up into her eyes. She was gorgeous, her body was as though it had been chiseled from a Greek statue. It was a work of art in and of itself. She paused for a moment, partially to stare back into my eyes and take delight in my unwavering desire for her and partially because she knew how unyielding it had been trying to fit me inside her before. Then she lowered herself onto me. At. I thought I'd lost Tabby until I got back here. She must have time-walked because I couldn't find her anywhere. Then the bomb went off at the front gate and I had to go back and warn you and Mom..." Thank you, Lisa," Tanya exclaimed and hugged her into Frank's embrace. "You saved my butt – again!"The three of them radiated their joy that they all had survived the Confederacy's vile trickery. Then Tanya started to faint from exhaustion, almost pulling the other two down."Hey, Sweetheart," Frank.