Then I saw the slight smile; she was awake! What a minx! I grinned ... and paused. She was supposed to be at gymnastics practice. What was she doing h...re?Bending, inhaling her sensual scent, I drew her hair back off her face and kissed her cheek gently. "What are you doing here?" I asked softly. "Aren't you supposed to be at gymnastics?"Her smile broadened, eyes opening to look at me, such beautiful pale blue eyes.It may have been the residual frustration still residing in me from two. Cooking is off the list of jobs I can do for at least 7 days. When the stitches are out I will cook you a thank you dinner.”“That will work for me, Mary, I happen to be a decent cook myself, and live in the next building over. If you would let me, I will come over and cook for us until the stitches are out.”She agreed. That started a two years of dating and engagement until I got my degree and got my first western novel published. I also had a teaching certificate as a fallback position. I was. So I always kind of laugh at some of his tattoos. As I was looking at his arms, shoulders, chest, I started laughing. He looked over at me but still didn’t really say anything. So I just looked out of the window instead.He has this crazy conspiracy theory about clouds so now when I look at the sky, I think of him. So I was fine with just looking at the clouds, I was trying to see if I could find any shapes in them to make him start a conversation with me. As I was lost in the clouds I felt a. Her shoulders just curved down with nothing there. I grabbed her head again and squeezed her mouth. It opened a little, but she still resisted. I punched her chest. She screamed and started crying. I put my dick against her lips, but still nothing. Then I hit her in her chest three times, slapped her face as hard as I could. When I pushed my dick against her lips again, they opened. I put it in her mouth and forced it as far back as I could. I could feel her gag. I withdrew it and repeated,.