If not for the smile and the kiss, I would have been concerned that she was still feeling bad from the morning. As it was, I was concerned about what ...he was up to. She didn’t return, so when I finished, I shouted my goodnight through the door and returned to my room.“Fucking lumps in my bed again! I thought I had sorted that out.”Laura didn’t respond and I swear the lump moved. It looked like it stuck its bum further into the air. I didn’t get a book this time, nor did I rush over to the bed.. When I hold my chosen in my arms and we kiss, it is not some formality that must be done before a dick fucks a twat. We kiss because we desire each other. When we make love, it is the total sharing of souls, not just grunt work done because a cunt was wet or a cock was hard. Our sweat will flow not from lust. It won’t be the snarls of animals heard, but the whispered gentle tones of love. My chosen is not some piece of meat picked out from the packaged and sanitized portions available at the. "No, no, no, no don't stop it feels to good," disappointment in her voice."C'mon dinner will be ready in five minutes and I am starved since I didn't have lunch," I say."OK," unable to mask the needs of her body but realizing that I need food if I'm to keep up with her later. Time is now 7:45 and the game hasn't even reached half time.Inside I pat the lettuce dry and toss us up a salad, Gail comes in as I finish the salad and pulls the veggies out of the steamer. She says, "grab a clean plate. I thought this would be enough to allow me to rebuild something of a life from near total scratch in the future. I still had all of the bearer bonds which were worth a lot more, tens of millions more at least, but I didn't want to touch any of these yet. They'd go into a bank vault pretty soon, to sit and rest until I could think of a good use for the money.I was starting to have ambitions, to maybe go to college and learn something other than killing, to find a new career that didn't require a.