My names besides my own are Gary Croswell for my young adult stories, Elizebeth Jester for my contemporary romance novels, and Becka Ballintine for my...old west romances.I met CC (Carolina Catherine) Dolman when I was 27. We met in an unorthodox way. I was returning on a Friday from a New York City meeting with my publishers. I was out at the cab stand at my home airport hailing a cab when I was run over by a woman who could not see around the mound of luggage on her luggage cart. I wasn’t hurt,. No one could actually blame them. In fact if they really wanted to be assholes they could have refused to pay for even that.Now it fell to me to take care of anything, which meant going back to work.Trouble was while I might have plenty of offers that would pay for a lot of bills, only one would pay for all of them. That movie was an S&M movie, you know whips and chains and stuff.Like I said before I wasn't really into the whole pain thing, but I didn't have a lot of choices right then. Paying. Then I lifted it up to my back and it suddenly was in a sheath. With a chuckle I lifted my shield, and it too was strapped onto my back. I grabbed a wand and attempted to holster it at the waist. To my surprise, a leather belt appeared with one slot which I put the wand in to. I swung the pouch over my shoulder and started walking down the clear path down the mountain. I was pretty drained when I made it to the bottom, I realized.The game was startlingly realistic, with true to life textures. ””Bobby gripped his crotch and said, ”I have your horse.”I laughed and felt a little pain from the burn. Sitting on the sofa, still completely naked, I grabbed the yellow pages. Something different would be good. ”Still studying?” I asked. ”Yep,” he answered, ”I'm going to ace it.””Think so?” I asked without looking up from the phone book.”You bet. Then I'm going to get that pussy.” I smiled to myself. I wanted that big, young dick as bad as he wanted me. I knew I was going to fuck him, just.