Their seemingly casual acceptance of him as an admiring man continued to tumble his brain. Had he been able to stop everything and just rest and think... he might have made different decisions than he did. Reference was made to jail inmates at the beginning of this story, and their tales of woe as life “happened” to them in ways they hadn’t intended. That analogy is still relevant to what transpired with Bob.What that entailed was that he sat there and watched Alex let Jeffrey suck at her. "When I started, I could have gone either way -- but there was nothing there with Isobel. Carmela was different. There is nothing wrong with Carmela -- nothing at all. Okay, she's big. There are a couple of big parts of her I enjoy looking at..."What Chuck DIDN'T see was the fact that Carmela didn't stop for more than a second or so with Bonita. She was well within audio range when Chuck declared, "There is nothing wrong with Carmela..."So warm breath in his ear and a murmured, "Maybe you can. Her blood ran hot through her veins and she could hear it pounding in her ears. He kept his hand clamped tightly on her sex, not letting her violent motions break his grip on her slippery, wet hole. Burning heat and electric bolts of pleasure surged through her as her orgasm crested, unstoppable in its ferocity. May felt him quickening the fluttering movements of his thumb on her raw clit, and the sensations she felt threatened to overwhelm her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she uttered. Yancey said in a quivering voice.“You’ll never have to worry about that now Mrs. Yancey, Cal and I will know they’re in the best place they could ever be, too.“The law attorney is Arthur Creighton and he wants you two and the boys to come to his office on Thursday to get all the legal stuff signed and over with.”“Maybe we could make a day of it, I need to get some supplies any way and we could all eat at the hotel and celebrate,” Clyde Yancey said.“Mrs. Yancey, here’s some of them dime books.