When he closed and locked the door, Rudolf reconsidered him.“Have a seat. Your shirt’s torn and has ... blood on it.”“No thanks, Mr. Morgan. T...e blood is from my own nose. I’m afraid if I sit, I’ll mess up your couch. I can stand. I’ve been hurt worse during practice.”Ruth reentered the room, waving a bag of frozen peas. “Here, put this against your eye. We’ll take a look at your nose and that eye when Jacob returns.”“What happened, Taylor? Should we call the police?”“No, I’d rather not cause. .. maybe muscle worship?" "OK...". She pulled off her entire Karategi, leaving on a sleek black sports bra and black panties. I reminded myself this wasn't my first rodeo, and started feeling her biceps. The experience almost immediately paid off... she relaxed a bit. "You like them?" "Yeah, so hard". "I'm trying to get to 9% body fat" she responded, "think I'm getting close". Without even thinking, I began kissing her biceps and shoulders. "Oh uh... that's..." but then she just closer. ”“I can’t believe anyone would wear something like that out in public. Does she know how much she’s showing?”“Oh, yeah. She knows. She must have had a hard time landing this week’s boy toy. She’s showing him promise.” I watched as I shoveled my taco salad into my mouth, almost forgetting my lunch companion as I contemplated what it would be like to strip that bitch completely and find out if she could deliver on the promise.“Um ... Beca ... I’m sorry I got distracted. I was...” I looked over at. If you decide the arrangement isn’t working, I’ll walk away, no recriminations. I would only hope that we can stay friends, as I do value our friendship highly.”Prue thought about it. She didn’t wish to get married ever again. But then again she didn’t really wish to stay celibate for the rest of her life. Someone like Reggie would fill in the gaps. “Kiss me,” she said to him.Reggie leant forward, he placed his hands either side of her face and gently kissed her. As she responded, he deepened.