” That seemed to shut her up for a minute. I was still pissed. She loved control, and expected me to cower once again to her wishes and feel gu...lty. I was finally catching on to her. I really hadn’t noticed it before, but now that I could see it, she needed control and it pissed me off! “Well I don’t see why making love to me isn’t enough for you.” Both her hands were now back on her hips. She was struggling for control. “For the past 25 years” I said, “We’ve been making love and you. She reveled in his touch. No man had touched her in the last three months. No lips had tried to caress her breasts as these were doing. She felt him slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders and pull the top lower until suddenly her quivering, erect nipples were free in the air, free to be touched and tantalized."Ooh, yes," she whispered. "That feels so good." The girl spread her thighs farther so that she could feel the fullness of his strong thighs pressing against the wetness between. She stifled a giggle as he pretended to look up from his palm. Sliding the rough darkly tan hand from his cheekbone, he bunched his fingers into the left pocket of his slacks. Then he allowed his eyesight to fall on the whole sight of her. Calmly, he cleared his throat.“Hello, Kelly,” he greeted back with as less expression on his face and in his voice that he could muster.“Have you come to pick up Danielle today?” she asked in her simple feathery voice as she drew her wrists alongside the back. The list was extensive.Rebecca’s father had been stripped of his qualifications by the Georgia Bar Association and was currently serving a two-year sentence in a low-security federal prison. He’d plea bargained, turning states evidence against the rest of the conspirators. Rebecca’s mother, Rachael, had decided she’d had enough, and was in the process of divorcing Conrad. She was staying with us for the next couple of months, completely spoiling her grandchildren.Roger is looking at a minimum.