I could not help myself.“so you’re the fuck are you?Look at you.Well how would you like my shaft slid into your throat?”I could not help myself,...the words poured out of me as my loins began to throb and fill. I heard him groan a disapproving sound, and this turned me on. I anticipated the feeling of dominating over him, showing him who was the boss, of making him cum and scream like a bitch, I wanted to make him squirm and explode, suddenly I could not wait to feel the inside of his mouth. .. Terri, let me tell you the truth, okay?”“I would hope you would, being my mentor on life, the universe and everything.”She got that grin. “You gotta be YOU, even now.”“You know how I value your help. So you were saying...”“I didn’t KNOW anything. Nothing that I couldn’t figure out from the sounds goin’ on at the other end of the little trailer Mom had us livin’ in. She certainly wasn’t anyone I could talk to about stuff. I knew I wanted Dan. I knew that when we were close, my body reacted. I. That hadn’t happened in a long time. I was determined to bring some of that back on this trip. When we decided to take the trip last fall I promised I would make it worthwhile. I committed to hit the gym regularly and get back in shape. I hadn’t let myself go to the dogs but I wasn’t feeling good about myself. Being a “Type A” personality I applied that mindset to three months of working out. I was happy with the results so far. God treated me well because, although I lost some weight and toned. “He’s one of my great-grandfather’s friends. I knew him when I was little, and I know he’s friends with my grandfather, and that they have some kind of common business interests.”“I smell a rat!” Clarissa declared.“No,” I replied, shaking my head, “just the small community of Russians. Lara, nobody told you about me before last week, right? I mean other than Rebekah or whomever else you talked to at Taft.”“No. I haven’t seen Mr. Zhuravlyov in years, even though I remembered his name. Nobody.