Mouse’s face stretched into a smile. He turned his head and winked at Francesco. “That’s a secret.”Francesco sank his forehead into his hands,...elbows against the knees, and stared down. He was officially more afraid of his so-called mates than of the criminals presumptively living down there. “Oh, in case you’re all wondering what we have in common,” Mouse began, “that’s simple. We’re all big fans of that awesome thing guys have between their legs.”“I’m not,” Francesco said, but the strength. "Rachel laughed nervously. "That would be a bit much, admittedly. It's a bit much for her mother, too. But thank you for letting me get it off my chest. It had to be said before I exploded like a volcano." She kissed him on the cheek and stepped back. "In light of that..." She hesitated, biting her lower lip. "I have to decide what to do if your father wants to make up."Michael regarded her calmly. He knew where this was going, where it had to go from this point."Don't ask permission to go to. " What do you think it would take to find that part of Joyce that's insideyou, Gray? What would have to be added or removed to your life so that youcould access it?"Gray betrayed emotion for the first time - he sobbed. Not a great, wrackingsob, just a prolonged sniffle, but compared to the clinical detachment he'dshown previously it seemed like his heart was being torn in half. "I don'tknow. I'd have to be someone different, that's for damn sure. Someone moreworthy of love than me. I can't look. Instead of handing her one, he held one out and opened it for her to walk into. She stood still as he dried her off. He leaned down and kissed a nipple, and then went farther down and kissed her mound. She had just a hint of pubic hair, and his tongue couldn't resist dipping into her visible cleft for a brief moment. "My beautiful girl," he said softly.She blushed again, and looked away. "Yeah, right," she said sarcastically. "I know I'm not that pretty." This will never do," he thought. He.