Moving back the men picked up their drinks and surveyed their work, her gently moving hips and angry red nipples provided a great show and the look of...pure sexual desire in her half-closed eyes confirmed that she wanted, no, needed more.Moving behind her with the bat Bob eased its edge up between her legs and on into the crease of her bottom, causing the flesh to be drawn with it. Again the sensation of the bat up so close to her fanny caused the heat to rise in her fanny and she pushed her. I'd never seen Cinnamon so distraught. Every day for a week she would sit on the couch next to me and bawl for hours. Money wasn't the issue (Dad had a massive life insurance policy he'd purchased on his own, plus the company had taken one out on him, and neither Cinnamon or I would ever have to work again.) I cried with her for the first three days before my tears were expended. We both really loved and missed him.After the "crying our eyes out" phase ended, we entered the "obsessive activity". " Now you tell me!" I know! Look, I never found your number again. The cops claimed they never arrested me. All the stuff I had in my pockets was gone."Her eyes narrowed. "What cops?" Campus cops. I did something stupid."Then, in spite of everything, he had to tell her the story of his arrest, his escape, and the subsequent discovery of the bidding fraud. All the time, she stared at him, and when he finished, she gave him a hard stare."I'll check your story, and if you've just fed me another. But instead of the praise I was expecting, I received some pretty harsh criticism.“Well THAT was a pretty pansy-ass attempt at a chapter. What happened to getting into the breeding session featured prominently in our title?! I mean, what purpose did this chapter serve? Please enlighten me.”He was right, of course. I had let the focus of the narrative get away from me and ended up writing a pretty shit chapter. I should have just gotten into the meat of the story like I said I would, and I let.