Or, hell, finish that Western. I tell ya, if he kills off her dad he will never ride off into the sunset with her."I laughed a little at that. Actuall..., that was the problem with my latest novel I was trying to solve. I'd been keeping dad up to date with the story as I wrote it, but with a tough plot problem and what happened to Annie I was kinda stuck. The protagonist was in love with the girl at the ranch next to his, but he had just found evidence that her dad was rustling cattle all over. I took off his hollister t shirt and threw i across the.room. his 6pack gleamed and his v line almost made me orgasm right then and there. he willingly took off his cargo shorts and i sat up and kissed his neck, down to his chest. i wad interrupted by his smooth sexy whisper " I want to taste you" with that he grabbed my arms and pinned me down on the bed. he watched my body squirm underneath him; aching for him. he began kissing me down to my belly button then he stopped. he looked into my. So this is her chance. On goes the tool-belt and then with ladder, she enters the room. She sets the ladder down and looks up at the ceiling light then back to the door, going for the new ceiling fan box. She opens the door and steps out, only to hook the door knob to the hammer hook on the tool belt and she falls, hanging from her tool belt and door knob. She looks upside-down at her husband who is seated and laughing, trying not to look directly at her. The door keeps swinging open and. But I obey. Tearing my eyes away from his I turned and walked away, rolling my hips as I went. If I must go I want him left watching me. At least this way I retain some sense of control… __________________________________________________ ‘Good evening, my Sarah. How are you?’ ‘I’m a little bothered tonight.’ I type. ‘Oh. How so?’ ‘Well…you will keep what I say to yourself won’t you?’ ‘Of course my dear, you know I will.’ I feel a warm flush of pleasure. I can trust this man, I know I can..