Silken fire tumbled down to cover his face and he filled his lungs with her scent as he tucked the clip in his pocket. He filled his hand with her hai... as he eased his hold on her torso enough to shift the few feet along the wall to the chairs and lowered them both. He settled her on his lap, her thighs still between his, his ankles crossed over hers so she couldn’t free them to kick or stand. Using his grip in her hair he gently tugged her head to the side, giving him access to the other side. At this point you'd think the house had been built there so the ridge would block the view of the road, and perhaps to block any road noise that might carry that far. You'd be only partially right, though I loved the ridge because it made the house seem that it was well-beyond the boundaries of civilization.Cheryl straightened. She lifted the bill of the green cap embroidered with the words, 'That's MS. BITCH to you!' She looked over her shoulder, then turned her glare at me. "You're shittin'. “That’s your paper copy of the receipt for the tuxedo,” the manager informed her, correctly deducing she was in charge.Once again I felt relieved when we were outside the shop but Cayenne wasn’t going to let things drop. “What happened between you and the assistant?” she demanded.“The assistant is gay and thought I was too, and he decided to take liberties with me.”“But you are gay!” said Cayenne. “Aren’t you flattered when men hit on you?”I didn’t reacting to the ‘gay’ claim because that might. He tried to stay far enough out of range so that he had time to dodge anything she threw at him, only to find he was spending all of his time dancing back and forth on legs that ached all the way to the bone in places. The exertion was tiring him, and he'd already been too tired to begin with.And she still managed to occasionally hang one on him. She had narrowed her focus to his bruised and knotted legs, and dished out savage kicks every chance he gave her. By the end of the second round, he.