No, I won’t drop that low . . . bottom line, like I told you last week, is still one-point-six. Anything less than that, and you can send it back . ... . yeah, I understand that, but I’m not chasing all over the continent for stupid offers. That’s what you get the big roll of quarters to do . . . no, I appreciate what you’re saying, but my time is worth money, too. I’ve given you the criteria. If I have to do your job, I’ll be looking for a good chunk of the commission, too . . . yeah, I have no. 'Wow' I breathed. She screamed again. 'Oh' I turn away. When the rustling of clothes has stopped I turn back around to see her face flushed with embarrassment, and desire I realise when I notice her staring at the tent in my shorts. Now it was my turn to blush. She had recovered and now she was pissed. 'What the hell? Why'd you just burst in without knocking?!' 'I ... I heard a noise and I thought you hurt yourself!, I was only trying to help. If I had of known you were doing... THAT, I. Troy walked up to me very confidently. " You have been looking at me he said. Why?" I couldn't explained, but in my minds eye I remembered my reaction every time I saw a handsome white guy like Troy. I wanted to submit to him. That's the only reason. But I wasn't gonna tell him that. I said, "I wasn't looking at you." He wanted to know why I had come to meet him. I just said that I was curious as to what he wanted. Before I knew it, he was crashing into my body with his. not hard, but. He'd not heard anything from either of them in weeks. The last thing he had heard from them was that it had been confirmed that Mara was pregnant. They'd even sent him the sonogram picture---and a shape of a human embryo was unmistakably clear to see. He had that photo on his phone, and he occasionally looked at it with a feeling of both pride, as well as a kind of sadness, a wistfulness knowing that he'd likely never see his c***d again. Yet, in spite of that, he didn't actually regret having.