Russell glanced up at his angel, his hands busy roaming her body. Hereyes were closed and she bit her lip as she cooed and sighed, one handidly played...with her nipple, pulling and teasing it while she moaned andthrust her hips up, her bikini bottom sliding against his chin. He couldplainly see the tattoo below her navel now, and puzzled at the meaningof the large bold letters: "BETA-BITCH #113". Ignoring that, he lickedthe Y-shaped crevice of her milky thighs and the green bikini bottom,then. She called university information to get Ben's number, and then dialed it, hoping she wasn't interrupting anything.Ben answered after the second ring. He sounded awake enough, Ally observed."Hey Ben," she greeted cheerfully, "it's Allison." Even though she had started going by the name Ally after her big makeover, she still found it hard if not impossible to refer to herself by the nickname."Ally, what a great surprise!" She could hear the smile in his voice. "What's up?"What IS up, Ally asked. He had strong hands, calloused from work. She really could tell a lot from a man’s hands: Marshal was a carpenter by craft, a good hand at repairing roofs, rails, and fences. She could tell that he was practical and shy, and although he tried to act brave his racing pulse gave him away. But instead of that she said, “You’ve a long love line.”“Do I?”“No. But that’s that kind of thing young men want to hear. Your future isn’t in your hand, Marshal, it’s in your brains and your mouth. Tell me who. I have never been so sore in my life. And ... as you know, I am not talking about lovemaking.”They waved to several sister-wives and some other Alphas’ wives, as Kei and Diana entered the gym proper. The small woman put her sweat towel across the front of the nearest ARC machine and stepped up on the pedals. While she adjusted the settings, following Diana’s exercise plan, she continued. “That first few days, I was the sorest I have ever been in my life, and that was with the enhancement. I.