” She kissed the helmet, and swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside. “The other girls, they brag about how much they can take. It is...my turn.” She pushed forward. The head passed her lips. “It is so big, so hard. It has a pulse. It is alive. Why must I do this? I am not a slut. But it feels so right. If only the other girls could see me, they would be so jealous, I know they would. I can take more. I want more.” She pushed farther down. Then back up. Then down farther.. I was supposed to be letting one hundred and twenty acres. The truth was that I was letting one hundred and fifty acres. How long this had been going on I couldn't know, but they had skimmed a lot of money over the years. Not from me though. It was Brian Morestead and that old lady, Mrs. Tiverton who had suffered. I couldn't care less about Brian. If he was so casual that he didn't look into it then it was his loss. Neither could I do anything about Mrs. Tiverton; she was dead. However I could. When they’d first hooked up, Virginia felt relieved: Meredith would have a boyfriend, one for whom Virginia had no romantic feelings. Yet it all ended in heartbreak for Meredith—and in an ‘ alleged’ act of ‘alleged’ vandalism Virginia ‘allegedly’ perpetrated against Clay’s shiny new Audi. She does look cute as Peggy. Who am I kidding? Virginia felt guilty for blaming Meredith for everything. It wasn’t her fault she was gorgeous, it’s not like she went around trying to get guys to fall in love. ‘Who in the hell is that Andre?’ Grey orbs swept up to her protector who had already made his move toward the two. He stopped straight in front of Damien and pulled his shoulders back to make an already broad chest seem wider. ‘I don’t believe you have an appointment.’ His words were dark and gruff as he stood as a most definite obstacle that would hinder any movement toward Victoria. Stern obsidian eyes didn’t trail from the man in front of him but rather held an uncompromising gaze that.