I hope you are hungry. I’ve made so much French toast I think we will be eating all weekend.” She nodded towards the edge of the kitchen island wi...h the stools as she continued cooking, “Just pull up a chair and eat as many as you want. Gerald will be done with the eggs in a minute.”Gerald chuckled, “She learned a long time ago that I am the expert on eggs.” He winked at his wife and turned off the burner. Reaching into the cabinet for a large serving dish, he emptied the contents of the frying. That poor, butch cop Julianne. Besides, what do you say to someone that you’ve been masturbating to the thought of for a few years? When I was almost out of time, I flipped open my cell phone and dialed his number. As it rang, I fought the urge to hang up and take my chances with Captain. ‘Hello?’ His voice was husky and softer than I’d heard it before, almost as if I’d woke him from a good dream. ‘Uh…Hi…Um…I’ ‘I think we have a bad connection.’ I cleared my throat and tried not to sound like. It was then that I noticed that she had found a group of people to dance with. The dancing was the typical jumping up and down, waving of the hands in the air, and screaming at the top of your lungs at the band type of dance. A few guys, a couple of girls, and Kristi were right in the middle of the group, having a great time. After a few songs, Kristi made her way back to the wall where I was standing. A few of the friends she had made on the dance floor were. I was very nervous to go with him, but the annoyance that flashed across his face scared me to. And, I thought, it aroused me. I had never been a submissive girl but this guy brooked no nonsense. Let me just give my purse to my roommate, I continued quickly. Relief flooded through me at his curt nod. He knew he had me, and so did I. I found Taylor at the edge of the dance floor, taking a break from dancing to get her buzz back. We were both sweaty from the hot floor. I need you to take this.