.. er! Christ! ... er why why why don’t you fuck me yourself Doctor?” Gina squeaked, almost apologetically, as she relaxed back in her chair, wher... he helped her with not a small amount of difficulty. “I mean ... er! ... that would be the answer and I’d let you, I really would - I only need a cock and I can trust you.” He puffed even more than with the exertion and laughed gently, stroking her head. He sat next to her, expelling a little grunt as he settled. “Thank you for the idea and generous. “Get the fuck out now!” I say as I look over to the bouncers on the edge of the balcony. I see my face on the screen behind the DJ before I watch Martin raise his hand again, but I watch as a fist comes into the frame and connects square on with Martins face. I look around to see Craig dragging Martin up from the floor by his hair before pushing him into the bouncers. “She isn’t yours! She is mine! And we will be pressing charges.” He shouts at him before picking me up, barking orders at the. And which he knew he had access to whenever he wanted it.And he wanted it after the dance.Bob had fallen asleep in the recliner. The TV was still on, but was muted. Emma woke him up by crawling on his lap, straddling him, and kissing him awake. She was fired up, so her kisses were a little more passionate than usual. By the time Bob stumbled off to his bedroom, he was stiff in his pants, but sleepy enough to enjoy just feeling that and not doing anything about it.Meanwhile, Suki and Tim had. "It'll be fun," she wrote in her email. "I know Dan would like to meet you, and I'd love to meet this Lucy person you're seeing." I wrote back and said that yeah, it would be fun, and we'd probably be there. But of course we didn't go. And life went on, because that's just what life does. This past week I was surprised to receive an email from Sherry. The subject heading was The Bet. She had heard from friends that I had recently broken up with Lucy, and she in fact had broken up with shortly.