“Hey,” Darius grabbed me arm, causing me to turn around. “Thank you for a wonderful night.”“Yeah, no problem.”His hand went to my back, h... leaned in and kissed my cheek, his hand going to my ass, patting it softly. “Goodnight.”I’m not sure how I made it home that night. When I got there, I showered, then got in bed next to a sleeping Jeff. He thought I was out with Michelle again. Jeff forgot about Valentine’s Day the following weekend. We didn’t go out. I attempted to bring it up. He. He got up and walked away. Helena started to push herself up, but he was there suddenly, his hand grabbing her hair into a ponytail, pulling her head back. His hands were rough, yet caressing at the same time. “Did I say you could get up?” “No.” Surprised again, Helena red****d herself over the back of the sofa. She could hear him arranging things behind her. She waited. Her exposed privates twitched with impatience, as if they were thinking I’m ready to be fucked! Come and get me! She waited. A Ministre Of Gouvernment, but a nothing. I'll get the child. I swear it... if you're 'nice' to me..."Oh God... have mercy on me, she thought as she felt the warmth of her tears even in the midst of the rain drops brushing down her cheeks, and then, she raised her arm at the oncoming cab and signaled it over to the curb."So, you finally decided to come," Gaston Larreau smirked broadly at his adopted nephew's wife standing in the doorway of his elegant, if, compact little downtown hideaway.. "Well, Crane, your body just quit. You collapsed in front of Kress and the ambulance took you to St. Francis. It was touch and go. It looked like your liver was going to quit; you came close to dying. Your body did start responding, and after you stabilized somewhat you were brought over here to the VA Hospital. All they had was your name but the guy from the Salvation Army thought you were a vet, and they checked with us."I'll talk to you some more later, but we want to keep you here for a few.