He smiled into the kiss,beginning to tug at her clothing as well. Breaking thecontact, she leaned away from him, and impish grin onher face. “Wa...na fool around?” She purred.He nodded. She reached up to the collar of his shirt, sohe dropped his arms, wanting to give her easy access asshe undressed him. But to his surprise, she grabbed ahandful of his shirt, stepped forward, and executed aperfect Judo hip throw. Caught off guard, he went down easily. She didn’t slamhim down on. "Now," he commanded in a deep, powerful voice. It was not in her nature to resist that tone and she quickly turned over and got on her knees, her decision made for her.She closed her eyes and pulled a pillow up under her chest to clutch, hoping the pain would be bearable. Sometimes it wasn't.He began by using his finger in her pussy again, getting it wet and sliding the juice up to moisten the tiny little rosebud of her ass. Slowly and gently, he inserted a finger, massaging in a circle to. Let it go.} He said that to himself over and over for nearly a week, like some mantra, to try and put it out of his mind. Then last night happened. And now, as he stood there in that shower, all the confusion that had filled him before was back. {What the fuck was that all about Will? You’re going off the deep end…HA! That’s it. Temporary insanity! Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?} He watched the water roll over his skin. It was so hot. Scaldingly hot. He knew he would probably walk away. Streaks of gray highlighted her red hair in a not very attractive fashion.Violence temporarily over, Corrine watched her latest failed boyfriend stagger across the street to his old junker and drive away. Loneliness piled in as she contemplated another Christmas alone and bereft. Family was not an option. After a childhood of ever-increasing abuse at the hands of her mother’s parade of “uncles,” Corrine finally found the courage to run away and never looked back. The streets were a step up for.