I begged him with my whimpers and, when I opened my eyes, I saw a devious smirk on his face. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and his tongue from...my clit and I felt devastated. I whined and tried to move closer to him, but he moved back to maintain the distance he had created. He was so close to me, but why had he stopped? I tried to use my legs to pull him back to where he was, but he pushed them away. “Beg for it, Girl” The words dripped from his lips and I sat up, desperate and wanting. Our Sheriff introduced her and she asked if she could spend a few days with me. Melody wanted to learn about the problems we were faced with and what we were doing to overcome them. I wasn't too excited about the prospect."I'm not sure that's a good idea, Miss Samuels," I told her. "Why don't you stick to some interviews and go back home?"Melody informed me, "I need to see the problems firsthand so I can make a better report. You can call me Melody." You better find someone else then. I'm not. Not too promising, I though. He’s obviously a bit tense. I was hoping we’d be back to normal. But perhaps it’s what we deserve. I’ve not been a saint either. “It’s so nice to see you again,” I told him. “I hope we’re okay.” “Yes, of course. We’re still the same.” I could see he was trying hard to mean it. “You won’t believe how glad I am to hear you say that. I know it’s been hard for you, but I promise you I’ll still kick your ass in Quake.” We both laughed a bit, and I felt tension drip. ”I ask them, “What would you like for breakfast?”Samantha replies, “How about a two egg western omelet?”Stacy agrees, “That sounds good to me.”I head back to the kitchen and give the chef the order. He smiles and says with his slight French accent, “It is good to have Stacy back since there are some things I would like to discuss with her.”I smile at the chef and reply, “Henri, we’ve talked about these things. Why don’t you concentrate on the cooking while I discuss them with Stacy?”I head out.