Seducing her and making her wait for when he was ready. Standing on that edge and waiting for the perfect moment. He held her head steady and said "lo...k at me" and of course she had no choice, but he knew that in having her in his grasp literally that even if she could she didn't want too. With eyes locked and intense he slid into her slowly and as deeply as he could. She let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a soulful cry (not quite a squeal but near it). He lingered for a moment. My son had stayed with my parents for a week right after graduating high school six years ago. At the time, my mother told me that they had gotten him a handyman job with some neighbors down the road. My son returned home the following week. I was working double shifts that week and was exhausted by the time I dragged my ass home every evening. I vaguely remembered Debbie asking my son what sort of work he had done that week. Hadn't he replied something about gardening and planting trees?. ." Harry said."And you'll be trapped here," Stacy said. "Please, please come with us." No! This time, no!" The old man's voice was harsh. "Down those steps, then out past the porch. Please. I want it this way. I swear. Go!"The three couples realized that their arguments would do no good. They turned and hurried down the stairs. The fire was spreading through the house. They could see it in some of the rooms on the first floor. They ran out onto the porch, then down the steps. Harry jumped into. " Yeah, I suppose," she reluctantly agreed.I refresh her glass with a double rum and coke."If you want we can have another session some time," I offered."Oh can we," she enthused, "will I have to pay?" No, no," I said, "I just won't tell the boss, ok." Oh good," she smiled at me, "tell you what, Mark wants to go to the bird sanctuary later in the week, will it be all right if I stayed behind and we could do it then." Great, just give me some warning so I can arrange the time, ok," I said."Oh.