You’ve just got to trust me on this.”“I could say the same to you then.” I pull away from him, turning over and dragging the covers up to my...chin. “Aw, Elf, don’t do this to me. Or to yourself.”“I am not doing anything to you that you are not doing to me.”“Haven’t we gone around in circles long enough about this already?”“Ja, ve have. So let us leave it alone.”“OK, guess I’m gonna have to figure it out for myself then.”I start to get up from the bed, but his arms fasten around my waist. . Her other hand began clawing across his chest.She was ready to mount him right there in the hall.Breath still heaving and shaking with excitement, Jared tried desperately to unlock the door. Hotel locks were temperamental at the best of times; at the moment Jared was about as coordinated as a junkie in withdrawal and the task seemed hopeless.He had to fight his wife's desperate but incoherent attempts to turn him to face her. She'd pull with one clawing arm while still keeping her upper body. When I wasn't being fucked until my ass turned blue with my body strapped up to one hundred different pieces of test equipment, I was having blood tests and psyche evaluations. Even if they weren't any closer to finding a cure, Michael's team probably discovered more about bimbos in their first six months then company's like Sleek Curvosity had discovered in years." What sort of discoveries?" Like how my horniness wasn't actually connected to the pleasure receptors in my brain." Really?" Well. “Last month was Rear Window, right?”“Right.” Quigley nodded.My heart pounded in my ears.“What a coincidence,” Amber declared jovially. “Can you believe how much we have in common?”Quigley shifted his gaze to the ceiling.“Yes, I can,” I replied to his wife.“Party of four?”…“Then I said to Jax, ‘we could list the cakes at two for five dollars, and the kids would eat them up.’ She has brilliant ideas, but those other PTA moms and dads.” Amber dug into her meaty keto salad. “They are set in their.