"Like I said, she's nothing to me now. But you still have something to do with this, and that's a problem."Joseph could smell the masculine tendencies...which instigated off of Damian's body and clothes. "To tell you the truth, I'm nervous right now. I don't know what from me." I just want payback." What are you gonna do?"Damian eyed him from top to bottom. "You do look handsome. No wonder my wife has already taken a liking to you." Uh...thanks."Damian stepped back. "Take off your shirt."Mild. First of many. She half sobbed, half grunted after, then the moans resumed as the heat began to rise within her again. I spun her over so she was on the bottom and held her hands above her head. She smiled and leaned up to kiss me. I let my lips fall down onto hers, pushing her head against the bed. I slid my hands down her arms beneath her shoulders, she placed hers on mine and smiled again. With suprising quickness I was staring up at her again.Ignoring the tortured yells of another. I noticed that Steven had brought my traveling bag. I dressed myself. The skirt I wore yesterday was not adequate to the morning cold. It didn't cover my knees. Despite that, I put it on again. I put on a light green blouse and white cotton sock on my right foot. Walking nearly without a limp, I went to the adjacent bathroom. After that, I went downstairs. Steven wasn't there. He had left a note on the kitchen table. It said that the front axle is broken but he knows someone who can repair my. ‘It’s a dress. What does it look like?’ she retorted in a plain tone, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. ‘Yeah, but… damn, you just go around dressed like that? I swear, I’ve never seen you wear anything like that. What were you doing, working the corner?’ ‘Yeah, fuck you, Paul. I was working the corner, and I almost nabbed some rich black dude before your drunken ass called me. So shut up and get in the car, unless you want to walk home. Got it?’ she fired back sarcastically, just wanting.