“I went for a drive and lost track of time. Is Mom mad?”“No. She went to warm up your dinner when she heard you pull in. She’s never mad at yo..., you know that.”I went into the kitchen. Mom was standing in front of the microwave waiting for it to finish, facing me with her right hand and hip resting against the counter. Her amused eyes glanced toward the living room and Dad when she saw me, then returned to me, arched high. Her robe was cinched tightly around her waist and, seeing she was. And of course, they’re taking more risks and trying to expand their human trafficking business.” “They’re despicable,” Edna says crossing her arms. Cherry goes quite as a blonde waitress walks up. “Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, sugar. Long-time no see, Edna,” she says. “Didn’t see you slip in.” “Well, someone’s got to keep you on your toes, Rose,” Edna says. “So who’s the cutey,” she says, looking at me. “Oh, he’s my baby boy I picked up on the road. Poor boy was running away from home. She sighed deep in her throat as his mouth lowered, tongue licking out to tease against her, and her fingers tangled in the dark hair at the base of his skull, tugging him to her as she lifted her hips.His chuckle was soft against her skin as she whimpered, his tongue flicking out to work the swollen pink bud that peeked from its hood as he suddenly thrust a finger inside her.She squealed, her hips jerking at the sudden invasion of his thick digits in her sensitized flesh, and groaned as his. (In his dreams, Brandon lay alongside her, her warm skin soft against his manly body. He extended a strong arm protectively around her. Tomorrow they would head out into the world to adventure together, but for now they would sleep peacefully after their torrid love-making.) The next day was a Friday, and time passed slower than ever at school, the minutes seemed to stretch into hours, the hours felt like days. Brandon felt like he might die of boredom at anytime, waiting for the weekend. His.