‘If you don’t fool with it, it’ll heal nicely without too much of a scar. Now, hold still while I bandage this up.’ Putting his arm around Eli...a, they went upstairs to bed. Their lovemaking was a gentle affair, more loving reassurance than physical sex. Neither of them had seen James coming out of the darkness, holding his own gun. He knew the importance of being a wingman, even if the other person didn’t know you were there. It was, and always would be, Eliza’s night. Sunday afternoon, March. With her left thumb she resumed stroking and rubbing her throbbing clitoris which was now quite hot to the touch. Her hips thrust slightly, and she moaned behind her closed lips, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back. Behind her closed eyes, she saw Adam Johnson standing next to the tub. “Fuck yourself for me,” he whispered, in her dream. “I want to see you masturbate for me.” The moans escaped her hips as her thrusts became slightly more violent. She checked. "The sooner we get going, the sooner we get there and the sooner I can get you out of those clothes again." Just see that you wait until we're alone, Lover. Come on," she added as she gathered her few last minute items together.By seven thirty they were on their way, having stopped at a fast food place to pick up some breakfast. The day was crisp and cool, but gave promise of warming as they wound their way out of town on a two lane state highway. They made one more stop on the way for gas and. ”“Oh, darn!” I said, allowing my sarcasm to control my tone. “You had to wait on me? Too bad none of this was MY IDEA!”“Don’t you raise your voice to me!” he snapped, his face turning red.I got to my feet. “Raise my voice to you? Who the fuck do you think you are? We wouldn’t be wasting our time if you would help.”He shook his head and pulled mom to his side. He tilted his head toward her but kept his eyes on me. In a quiet, yet disingenuous voice, he said, “Your son is forgetting the.