Marge greedily gulped it down, using her fingertips to scoop up a big glob of jism that had seeped out the side of her mouth and then swallowed that t...o. When she'd finished she crawled up and lay there smiling, snuggling up to me with her head on my chest and my leg wedged between hers. If she were a cat, she would have been purring. She had come as intensely as I had, if not more. ********************Although our lust had been temporarily sated, we still had a few things to sort out. We had a. . this. I'm sorry. I know we have a good thing together, but it would end up tearing us to pieces, and I don't want that."Forgive me. I just don't think – well, I know – this is not me. And I don't want it to become me. I don't want to be defined by any of this, or worry about how you will be damaged by something I did, or said, or what designer made my dress. I'm not cut out to be any nearer the center than the fringe, and that's where I'm happy."Now, before I cry, kiss me really good, and. "We... we've always told each other it would be this way. D... do we still feel that way?" What you're asking is if we want to be engaged to each other, isn't it?" If we do, this is probably our last chance. We both have potentially serious relationships starting. To be fair to Connie and Rick, we need to decide about Donna and Dex." You're right, Donna. We have to. Tell me, do you want to be Mrs. Dex Madison? You won't destroy me if you say no." Ohhh, Dex. I could see a wonderful life as Mrs.. Showing that he is in fact playfully mature. Sav moves her eyes over his face, taking him all in. She sees his nose looks slightly tilted, like it had been broken before. Sav stops herself from the intense study of his face when he smiles at her. She looks him straight in the eyes, and pats his back. "Well hello there sir, I am Savana. The bartender and/or waitress here at this fine establishment," Sav adds with a grin, her eyes still studying his face. He lets out a low growl as he tries to.