The house was warm and cozy. She’d prepared for his arrival already, a blanket laid out on the floor in front of the fire and a large bowl of mangos...on the table next to them. Pulling him down she wasted no time at all in tasting his flesh. Her tongue whipped wildly all over his neck and below his ears. Leaving a trail of wetness she traced her tongue down his chest to his nipples. Darren wanted to touch her. He ran his large strong hands through her mane of long red hair. He could smell her. Her mom had jokingly called her “The Underwear Queen” about a year ago because Ruth-Ann had so much underwear. Since that time, Ruth-Ann made sure to do her own laundry so that her mom would forget about that. She enjoyed shopping for underwear and lingerie – it was almost a guilty pleasure for her. In the past year since her mother’s comment she had really stepped up her shopping, and had almost doubled her bra and panty stash. She had counted them all one day, and there were around a hundred. ” I showered and did my hair and makeup. I decided to do my nails in a different color to match the outfit Jenna had pulled out for me. By the time they were dry, I had to rush to make the lecture, arriving just before they closed the doors. The professor hated the interruptions of doors opening and closing during class, so had a strict rule about latecomers. I sat through the lecture, finding it hard to concentrate. My mind kept wandering to things Carole had said at the party, then her call. We just don’t want to be those demons.’ She was speechless. Suddenly a wave of warmth washed over her. There was a hope alive in her heart. ‘Tim,’ she began excitedly, ‘you won’t be sorry. I will do anything for us to be ok again, and maybe someday I can earn your trust. Who knows, maybe we can even resume those efforts to make our own f****y.’ He looked at her sparkling eyes. ‘Cindy, I don’t think that can happen,’ he said. ‘There was actually another thing I needed to talk to you about.’.