"Lin, what in the world are you doing?" Randy, first of all, did I hurt you?"Randy considered. "No, it didn't hurt at all. I guess it felt... sexy? No..... I don't know what it felt like... I'm being very inconsiderate to complain, aren't I?" No. I'm glad I wasn't hurting you. Relax, Randy. It's impossible for you to be inconsiderate in this. Please believe me, you should be and are in total control. You can stop whenever you want. You can stop for a pause, stop to end for today, or stop to end. Maybe he was senile or something. He obviously didn't have enough sense to be afraid. Well, it was up to him to enlighten the old man. When he was about ten feet away, the old man finally looked at him."Hello Carroll," the old man said. "It's a beautiful day isn't it. A lovely day for a bike ride." Don't call me Carroll! My name is Killer!" he roared. "Who told you to call me Carroll, old man?" "No one told me, Carroll," the old man replied. "Are you enjoying the beautiful weather?". Nick drove home. He had only been away half an hour but the excitement of being back with Sally made his stomach churn the whole journey. As he closed the front door behind him she leapt winding her arms and legs round him. She kissed him quickly and then laid her cheek against his."That was the longest hour of my life," she whispered. "What are we going to do if you have to go up to head office for the day or something?" Ah," replied Nick off-handedly, "you'll soon get tired of me."That earned. They looked the most unlikely pair. Her extremely petite frame was no match for his bulkiness, and at four foot nine, she was a good foot and a half shorter than her Uncle.But, she could talk the ass off a donkey, that was for sure. John found himself speeding up in order to get home quicker, but she kept slowing them down; her shorter legs could not keep up with his long stride. Eventually, in the quest for some peace, he just came out with it."Do you have to talk so much?"Emily looked shocked.