I couldn’t believe this was happening, and what he was asking me. Here was a dick for the taking and all I had to do was reach over and get it. With...ut answering I scooted over on the couch, he took his hands off his dick, and I gripped it with my hand. It surprised me by how warm it was, and it was thick, filling my hand perfectly.“How is that” he asked.“It’s….very nice” Was all I could manage to say, weakly and under my breath. I began to stroke his dick up and down slowly, keeping a steady. You playing with Dino?" Yeah. I like him." That's good. Bozo's in the back yard if you want to see him. You can take Dino out there if you want."She ran out the door, tugging on Dino's collar as she left. She called for Bozo and sort of pounded on the top of his head with the palm of her hand a few times."Hey, Laurie, take it easy. If you hit him too hard, it hurts. You don't like to get hit, do you?" No." Good. Just be a bit more gentle. Here. Give me your hand."I took her wrist and moved it. The door opens to admit a severe looking man in a grey suit. As the door closes behind him he draws the vacant chair up to the table and sits down sliding an unopened packet of Marlboros toward the nervous young man. ‘Shouldn’t there be two of you? I mean, you’re the good cop, right? So where’s the bad cop?’ The young man’s bravado does little to hide his disquiet and doesn’t stop him reaching for the cigarettes. ‘Firstly Mr. Landis, I’m not a cop. I represent the NSA, that’s the National. He deserved someone who didn’t have a twisted scar running the length of her leg, who didn’t walk with a permanent limp, who wasn’t constantly fighting to keep her self-confidence up. She’d always thought Simon was gorgeous. She loved his broad shoulders and the fact that he was just tall enough so that when he put his arm around her, her head rested on his shoulder. He never remembered to get his auburn hair cut on a regular basis so sometimes it hung into his eyes. When it was like that,.