When I’d left my parents’ house and gotten a few blocks away I’d pulled over to the side of the street and called him. When I told him about the...ugly fight with my parents he insisted that I stay with him instead of getting a hotel room.As I lay there in his bed, being the little spoon, I could still hear my parents yelling at each other while I packed my worldly belongings into two big Hefty garbage bags. They were trying to assign the blame for everything I’d done to each other, and that. " Yes, but it's very apt. You're not very heavily built and you've got asweet face. You probably need someone strong to look after you." Shelooked at him, her gaze slightly mocking now and not in the leastdeferential, observing his entire slight figure, drifting over him withthoughtful appraisal and lingering like a caress. She knew she was rightabout him. She had a intuitive gift for picking such people out in acrowd, and she found a terrible pleasure in exploiting theirvulnerability. Some. He stopped the car but didn't turn off the ignition. Robby didn't get out, just sat there."Um, I'll be back later," he told him.Robby looked at him. "Where are you going?"Ryan shrugged. "I'll be back."Robby unbuckled his seat belt and slowly got out of the car. Ryan watched him as he disappeared into the house.He felt numb as he backed out of the driveway. He felt helpless, like a child. Hollow, that's how he felt.Jen was tired, but she couldn't go to sleep yet. She still had four chapters to. She was subtle at first, giving him extra hugs, playfully flirting when no one else was around, bending over in too-tight shorts that hug her glorious ass. Owen isn’t an idiot. He knew what she was doing. At first he tried to ignore it; he practically helped raise Alyssa. But the more he noticed her smooth thighs, her tight stomach, the constricting shirts stretched over her perky chest, the more sense he lost.He has a good looking wife whom he occasionally gets to fuck, but the thought of.