I try to concentrate on her heavy breathing, and less on my need to thrust roughly into her. Chanel clings to my shoulders as I feel her start to move... Not up and down, but back and forth, and I can feel everything. Her luscious hips roll an agonizing rhythm, and my dick flexes after every circle, trying to feel more. We're still hidden under the sheet, and I'm sure our movement would give us away if someone were standing in the right spot, looking for us. As long as she isn't visible to. I think you should worry about him more.”Roger’s eyes clear as he collects himself quickly. Then it’s right back to business. “Enough with the mushy shit,” he guffaws. “What the hell happened?”“We were attacked, simple as that,” Spencer answers. “If everything is connected and there is a mole somewhere then it makes perfect sense.”“It’s too random, too organized,” Sam adds. “Plus I think he was after me.”“After you?” Roger repeats. “Why?”“Your guess is as good as mine, boss,” she answers.“He. " Hundreds of thousands! Heck the biggest city I ever saw was only alittle over One hundred and fifty thousand! AND that was the biggest!"I sputtered out at the thought."Hey if all goes good, I will take you to New York and you can see onewith eight million!" she boasts to me, with a sly grin on her face.As I watch the masses of motorcycles pass us, I noticesomething....something not unusual to me. But unusual to the standardsI have been getting used to via Becky and her insistence on how. By the time my second child was born I'd published six short stories and historical essays with various magazines, the prestige of such endeavors far outstripping the meager payments they provided. My first year as a History teacher I wrote a novel, working on it in my spare time over a period of six months. After more rejections than I can count, a publishing house finally bought the rights and printed the book as a paperback. It did moderately well in sales, just well enough for them to offer.