“Speak your name and claim your power.” I have spoken my name. Many times over! Why don’t I have that power? ---After the funeral, we stayed and...visited for a little bit before saying our goodbyes. “So, is everything good between us?” I ask Brett.“Yeah… but come time for the championship, don’t expect me to be your friend,” he says. “Friends today, enemies tomorrow,” I laugh. “Even though we’re siblings, we’ll always be rivals,” he says jokingly. “I guess, I’ll see you at the state finals.”“You. ‘When he’s ready to speak, he will. Until then I will hear no more of this teasing. Is that understood?’ She knew exactly why Padraig couldn’t speak. The same thing happened to her husband the first time he’d seen her and again when he’d met her family. Michael also knew what was the matter and didn’t harass his friend either. He’d seen this particular behavior just last summer when a group of females stopped in town during their travels. Nothing happened, but Padraig was smitten with one of. I went over and grabbed the cordless, watching as she spread her legs and mimed playing with herself without actually touching herself. I walked over to her with the phone, and with the hand not between her legs she propped herself on her elbow and quickly dialed a number."Hi, this is Mary. I need to speak with Bob." She waited, her fingers hovering closer to her clit."Sir, I have a request," she said. "I've gotten all worked up, and I beg your permission to make myself cum."She listened, then. I killed his murderers. I'm lonely, scared, hurt, and horny. I'll be damned if I sleep alone tonight."With that, she started to remove her clothing - all of her clothing! She was magnificent!I confess that I was feeling at least some of what she was. At least the scared, lonely, and horny parts. I, too, had just bagged my first thug. The man needed killing, but the after action experience was no thrill.Both naked, we clutched each other, rolled on to the bed, and pulled the covers over us. This.