.. I... will... take... the... the..."There was a slight pause.Lars reached for her hair again."The injection! I will take the injection!" she cowered..."Good, Adrienne," beamed the boy, "but not good enough."She looked to Steffan in astonishment."When you ran away from me earlier this evening, I told you that before the evening was over, you would come crawling back to me on hands and knees begging for this injection."She hesitated."Of course, I could always give you back to Lars and his. ."Charley was searching for the right words. "I know! Look at the way they stand and walk. Their heads are up high, their backs are straight and their tits are thrusting out proudly, unencumbered by bras. You're right, Ken, and your metaphor is apt: They are golden panthers. That's really the way they move, with the same feline grace."I go into a room and I feel ten feet tall with Ginger by my side. Why? Because all eyes are on her, and her eyes are on me. She neither knows nor cares that she. There would be plenty of time in the future to break in that expensive couch properly I think as you continue to embrace me. You look at me so lovingly and brush away a stray strand of hair that has managed to fine its way to my face. Teasing me with your mouth and the closeness of our bodies, you ask me to close my eyes. I begin to ask the question of why, but think better of it. I close my eyes without reservation and you deposit another warm inviting kiss on my lips as a reward. You instruct. David kissed her gently and held her hand. "I just want us to talk about what our expectations are with each other". David took a deep breath and started. He explained how wonderful it was growing up in his household. He told her that his parents had wonderful communication and were always putting the other first. He told her about their disagreement over wallpaper when they first moved in together, and how the final choice was his Dad's. He went on to say how when they were first married they.