They give you breaks, you take them. It's the sign of a great team. I think we're headed that way. We're going to make some noise and your efforts are...not going by un-noticed. Mikki Martin's article is being picked up for Tuesday's edition of SI and we'll be on the cover barring any last minute sports bulletins. She just called me and faxed the copy of the story. Someone is out making a copy for each of you and we'll get the magazine for all of you when it comes out. I'll read the whole thing. The deal was struck, and each evening he would “work late” and they could be “Together!” He promised her the money the next morning and she could work it off over the next few months. After a kiss to seal the bargain and a quick grope to prove she was not faking it, he went off home to see to his wife, Dora finishing the cleaning then locking up and trotting away to the betting shop. This she knew would be a challenge, as old Cornet the bookie being as tight as a tick. The old misery would. He then moved up onto his arms, I gripped the sheets and lifted my head back as he fucked me harder and faster, oh yes I said yes. As he thrusted in and out I came and shouted out as I did. He then came back on top of me and we kissed while he slowed down and I calmed down. He then slowly started to rock his hips and I caught by breath oh fuck he said and the just stopped his hands holding my head as we kissed. After catching our breaths we rolled onto our sides so we faced each other, our legs. After Celia, I did not dare touch Michelle. She was not old enough for anything evil to touch her heart yet; I would probably feel the same need to protect her."So you don't think wanting to protect Celia had anything to do with her rape?" Candice asked from the door."I didn't see it coming or get a psychic feeling," I answered. "It was general, like protecting a lit candle from the wind." Okay." That's not the end, Candice." Her eyes showed fear. I did not want to tell her. Candice deserved.