I’m in room 400. How would you like me to pick you up say around 6 p.m., and take you out to dinner?”She giggled and blurted out, “Well I suppos..., but only if it ends in my room, with me as dessert!”I smirked and roared, “Oooooh fuck, I cannot wait for dessert!”That evening we had dinner together and then went back to her room where we had the comforts of a bed. I don’t think either of us slept that night as I wanted to make certain Ginny felt like a woman again.She fell asleep in my arms. He looks at me and I see most of the anger leak away and that look in his eyes that he realizes that he's been to hard on me... I start thinking "ITS GONNA WORK!!!" And then he fucking realizes what I'm doing... ugh."No. I said No and I meant NO!" He stands up and takes my purse away from the door in the hall way and heads up stairs. I watch him with my mouth wide open and my eyes wide as I see him stomp up the stairs with almost my whole life in that bag... I just sit there, looking up the. "AnnTuesday morning, walking to the gallery, oblivious to everything save a pair of emerald eyes and the shape of those lips forming the words, "I would be happy to model for you." At least that is the words her lips formed, but all I could hear was her voice, rich with emotion, smooth as the feel of tongue on clit, that voice, her voice, her words, "I love you."Hurricane Dee had hit the gallery by the time I arrived, her weekly cleaning blitz in full swing, her eyes resentful as my feet. "You're right about that. But I still ain't rooting for those damned Ag students from State College. They have a golf course management degree, for Christ's sake. Who it the fuck needs a four-year degree to push a lawn mower." It takes them 3 years just to figure out how to start it," she said. "You know you have to put down the beer to pull the cord. So, anyway, call Carrie and let me know, OK?"I agreed and called my house. Not surprisingly — since I was driving my car — Carrie was there."Hey,.