While his wife regrouped, he added more, “And we both agreed to wait and talk about it when you got home.”Ben smiled slightly, but not too much. H... was doing well in this. No reason to mess it up now.“And you approve? Her new job as a dancer?”“Well, we did pay for all those lessons and...”His wife quickly cut him off, “Our daughter is not doing ballet, Ben! She’s working as a stripper!”“Well, Dear, she is an adult now”, he looked once again to his daughter.Chloe knew by now not to go head to. "Zachary was not convinced, but he was swaying."It's a better fuckin chance than what we got here," Lexington told him. "We've been through some shit, you and I, you know that. Come with me. We'll make it. And if we don't, we'll at least die like men."He took a breath, lowering his head a little. "How?" he finally said.It was almost absurdly easy to get away. The next morning, twenty minutes into the day's march, just as everyone was starting to worry about when the first hit and run attack. She'd told me she loved him. I thought we could share him, with me getting the major part of his love, Sam getting the leftovers. She'd staked her claim. Nobody could look at her when she was in the room with Wes and not know he was her man.I didn't feel that she'd stolen him from me. She was willing to gamble on his coming back, waking up. And that when he awoke, he would go to her, not into my arms. Her love was that strong. I actually envied her, wishing I could love somebody with that much. Both girls fondled their dog’s balls,coaxing them gently.Isabella was pleased when she felt her dog shoot intoher mouth. She relaxed her cheeks and let him fill hercompletely. Then she took her mouth off his dickcarefully, keeping a seal with her lips. She turned tosee how Ingrid was doing and was happy to see she wasstill working her pole.Ingrid bobbed up and down a handful more times beforesliding her lips off her dog’s red meat. She turned tosee how Isabella was doing and was.