First off, as soon as I know that she's not with that dipshit Brad any longer, I'm planning on sending her flowers anonymously. With the flowers, I'll...send an unsigned love letter just to let her know that she has got an admirer."Mike replied."But what if Brad or some other douche bag tries to take credit for your gift of flowers. You know there are a lot of guys in this school, as soon as she becomes fair game are going to want to make a play for her. Most of them are jocks and just as big. In his time he had met many young women that had been smothered by a dominant husband and held back from their sexual potential. This young woman would not fall into that pit if he could help it. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste her own juices on his tongue. Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes and demanded, “Tell me what you want, Amy. I want to hear you say it!” She kissed him again like a starving man going after a morsel of food. Groaning in. She ran to the phone and dialed his cell. She had to stop him. She had to get him back. He couldn't just leave her. She had to explain -- try to make him understand.The phone rang and finally she heard his voice. It was his voice mail."Brent, it's me. Please call. I need to explain. Please, Brent. You can't leave me. Please talk to me and let me explain. You need to understand. It was just a job. Call me. I beg you. Call me." She set the phone back on its cradle and stood, looking at nothing.. Considering all of this got me thinking about the last blowjob I gave and the riding I'd done after it. The memory was doing nothing to ease my sudden lust."Hey, Abby, I bet you won't put your money where your mouth is," Kyle joked.In return for the pun, I tossed the throw pillow at him from across the room."Is that some kind of challenge?" I joked back."You did say 'bet'," Sean reminded me.I looked over at Ryan, who'd been quiet. I noticed a small bulge in his sweatpants that hadn't been there.