His head dipped slowly then rose again a single time. Yet, throughout the action, his eyes failed to leave her. ‘Has it told you its name?’ Drop w...ispered. Phyre jumped upon hearing his voice and was about to shake her head. Then she realized that she did know its name. ‘The Wandering Cat. That’s his name, isn’t it.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘How do I know that?’ ‘He told you.’ Phyre’s focus returned to the cat and found it still seated there, watching. ‘Are you going to help me, Wandering Cat?’ she asked it.. .. and because they drove their man crazy.By the Yankees’ third home stand, Jake was out of hotels and in the apartment. He and Trish spent some quality time in the rack as Trish tried to make up for three months of celibacy. Yes, she had offered the good stuff to Kane, and no, he did not take it. Jake knew right then that Kane was more man than most. Trish and Jake both thought the big bed she had installed in the master suite was not the same without the rest of the family in it. That little. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness around him, the tall and dirty brickwalls of an alley came into focus, then slowly the fact that he was lying flat on his back.As he tried to get up his hand slipped and he crashed back onto the hard stone. BARRY! He winced as a jolt of pain went through his head and his mind."Ok so I probably am Barry..."he grumbled, then he noticed a strange feeling. At first he thought that he was immersed in water or worse sewage. But then he realized that for some. Much older than she had been when her uncle had seduced her or even when his father had taken up where her uncle left off. She wanted to touch herself as she did at night when she imagined his big, hard body against hers. He'd be shocked if he knew what she was thinking of. Had he ever been with a woman? Would he be attracted to someone as old as she? She could feel the moistening between her legs and her nipples erecting against the soft fabric of her terry robe. She'd have another drink and.