Some of you would recognize the rapper easily. This is about his bodyguard, a 6’6” former Crenshaw linebacker. He got to talking with my wife for ... long time while I finished up. When I took her home we ate dinner quickly and went to bed. My fiancée is a kinda small brunette with long hair at 5’4” but she has very large tits for her small frame. She prefers going braless and wearing tight tees. I love when she gets attention so I never interrupt her when guys chat her up. So I awoke in the. Few weeks passed by and then on one odd day which I remember were 1st august and being Sunday I was at home. My wife was to visit her side relatives and I was in no mood as I had planned to rest and finish of some paper work pending for long time, so we decided that she will take my son and visit her relatives and I would stay back.Around 10am my wife left home and even Laxmi had finished her work. As she was leaving she came up to me and sat on floor next to sofa. She was not the regular Laxmi. A picture of both of them together and young children playing around them sprang into his head."Whooah! Let's not take this too far!" he cautioned himself."Asking her to move in is one thing, but kids? I'll end up frightening the poor girl to death!"He decided that he really would need to try and persuade Flick to give living with him a try at least, but perhaps he would keep any talk of children out of his offer.Mark shook himself and lifted the phone to call DI MacIntosh, a stupid grin still. I watched him as he drove, studied his profile, the line of his strong jaw, corded muscles of his neck and arms, and especially his hands where they gripped the steering wheel. God, I loved his hands. They’d felt great in mine. I wondered what they would feel like touching other parts of me. Grant noticed me gazing at him and grinned just a little, watching the road. “What was the note?” I asked. “An apology,” he told me, taking a right turn towards the hotel. “I was supposed to be meeting.