. .” “We can. Look at me, sweetheart,” he said, moving to prop himself up. “Look into my eyes and tell me we can’t.” Abby tried. She reall... did. The words caught in her throat until she could hardly breathe. “This is crazy.” “Maybe so, but this is right. You know it, and I know it.” “Why me?” It wasn’t a question, but more of a plea. Sam saw the vulnerability in her eyes and knew he had to find the right words. “You’re beautiful, you make me smile, and you make my heart sing.” “Oh, Sam,” she. The question was directed at Brent, but she aimed it at Bruiser, keeping the same ‘goo-goo-gaa-gaa’ tone.“Yeah, sure!” Brent said. He dashed for his bedroom and returned immediately with a hand knitted blanket. It was only about three feet by three feet.“This is Bruiser’s ... my wife used to knit and made it just for him.” His tone was calm, though somber.Emma took it from him while maintaining her smile directed at Bruiser. Walking over to the couch, she wrapped the blanket around the pug but. She has had a problem with that child since she was little.”“You’re not lying there,” Regina agrees. “I swear she trained for missions just to spite me.”Desdra laughs. “You’re probably right. I don’t know how many fights you got in with her over the years.”“Too many.”“Don’t let her get to you. In the meantime you just need to complete your mission and head back. Make sure Marion can’t send out any transmissions.”“I’ve already taken care of that,” Regina quips. “I had Kathryn set up security to. She lay at the side of him feeling his arms around her, her head resting on his chest. Her hand was stroking and fondling the thickness of his manhood, now soft and spent but filling her hand. His hand cupped her drenched, dripping wetness, lovingly, tenderly caressing it, squeezing her pussy lips and feeling the seeping remnants of his sperm leaking into his palm. They collected their scattered clothes and got dressed. Their lovemaking had been wild and frenzied but in the afterglow Gary was.