. but theft? I think I'm going to shut up about this until we know for sure or unless someone says something to them. They've got enough on their mind... right now. They don't need more grief." Yeah. I have a couple of sources at the cop-shop, so as soon as I hear something, you'll know. Better the boys hear it from you than read it in the newspaper or see it on TV." Yeah. Thanks, Pete. Jesus ... what next? This is turning into a fucking soap opera, pardon my language." No problem. I understand.. “Yes, Jennifer, I can do that. I promise.”“Good. I know we can’t make love. You can’t be sure that I won’t take it the wrong way. And, honestly, I can’t be sure I won’t take it the wrong way. Last Summer was different. Now that I’ve told you what I want, making love is a huge step that we can’t even think about taking now. I also suspect that it would cause severe strain between you and Kara, and I can’t do that. It wouldn’t further my goal. Instead, it would be the end of it. You would blame. Now, we spoke of you wishing to carry some of my products in your shop via email, but… I must admit, I'm a bit confused. Why could you possibly want handmade scented items in your sex shop?" He chuckles softly as he settles into the seat across from her, no more than a small wooden table separating them. Their knees touch but neither makes a move to separate - that is, until the door opens and Molly struts in with Ms. Hintern's latte. "There ya go, Devia - I mean, Ms. Hintern. Is there. She didn't grab it or rub it. She just held it in her hand. Somehow that act of just holding made it even more sensual. I wasn't trying to rub her nipples or anything, either—just holding her soft flesh in my hand."We're going about the right speed, love," she whispered. "It will be two months before we even see each other again, let alone do something like this. And we won't do this every time we're together. Oh, I want to. I want to feel you sucking on my nipples. I want to feel your cock.