I furtively adjusted my pants, seeking comfort as my aching erection threatened escape.To my intense disappointment she handed me my drink then sat ba...k down, staring at the screen, a fierce concentration evident in her furrowed brow. The tumbling numbers were reflected in her green eyes; I imagined the scrolling figures as a rising count of the men she had bedded. Except me. My frustration grew. I found myself examining her every curve, every tiny detail of her. I sipped idly on my drink,. A lot. She looked amazing and he smelled her own vanilla scent and… cinnamon? He was starving and would have to ask soon, but there were more pressing matters. He pushed the door shut behind himself and slid an arm around Cat’s back and under her shirt, taking a moment to enjoy the cool silkiness of the skin on her back, and the warm softness of the skin on her tummy. She smiled, and leaned into him, purring softly as he nuzzled into her neck and kissed her ear, then cheek, and finally lips.. Mrs. Simmons final concern wasn’t what her daughter was wearing to our house. It was to suggest we don’t bring vegetables next time.“They’ll just go rotten and then stink up the trash,” she sneered at us like we should have known better and we had stuck her with stinky vegetables.It really did seem that from Mrs. Simmons perspective, kindness was a form of weakness, and she didn’t understand why we would help her, but she didn’t care.“Are you okay with her leaving like this?” My Mom asked in a. But it was the most important physical object V3 had encountered yet, even though my guitar was probably worth more.One day, I would place this same watch in my son’s pocket. Again.When I entered the hotel party room where Brittany’s quinceañera was to be held, Sophie met me immediately. Mom followed with a bag containing a change of clothes for me. I wasn’t sure what she’d packed. I felt like a peacock in my gray suit and the bright peach shirt and tie.“Now, just relax here in your dressing.