"Yesss...," she hissed, and pushed back into me as she bent at the waist to lower her breasts into my hands.I sc****d the tip of each nipple with my f...ngernails, causing her to jolt, then I grasped and rolled the tips between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned again, bending down, pressing into me.I stepped back and pulled her hips towards me."Keep your hands on the wall," I instructed.As I had her put one, then the other foot back, I guided her feet further apart. She ended up propped against. "What happened to the cute little boy I used to have?" she scolded, pointing to his younger incarnation. "Look at you now. You're like a barrel!" Phil put his emotions in check. He would not let her see him cry."You are going on a diet right now. No more excuses. And no more books for you. You should run around and play, not sit around all day reading. Go run around the block five times, or no dinner for you."Phil arrived late to dinner, heaving and exhausted. There were glasses of orange pop. To woman God said, ‘You have learned pleasure I forbid you to learn. I wash my hands of you. You shall no longer come before My Throne to receive Love and Forgiveness. Your heart shall be for your husband. You shall confess your sins to him, on your knees before him, and he shall be your master, For woman’s sin is against her husband. Man sins against Almighty God. ‘Because you have negated your pain of atonement, learning the man’s knowledge, I will give you unbearable pains in childbirth. I. Then we headed down the hill. We were almost to the office when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen wondering what Cinnamon was doing awake at this hour. It wasn’t even ten yet!“Hey, sexy,” I said. “What’s the good word?”“Um ... Miss Riley?” Cinnamon’s voice sounded hesitant and very un-Cinnamon.“What is it Cinnamon?” I asked.“Miss Riley, I’m in trouble,” she said formally.“Where are you, Cinnamon? Are you in jail?”“No. I’m at the Condo.”“I thought it was closed up.”“Ms. B has a key.” Damn!.