“I needed both. And as usual, Joe came through.”“So you decided to jump the barrier,” said Joanne.“I did,” she smiled. “And it was fucki...ng glorious.”“Isn’t it?” said Moe. “You going to break our hearts, Joe?”“You got two hot women, and you know where we live,” said Cheryl.“Three actually, and there’s the problem.”“Joe,” Joanne objected.“Quiet woman. I’m thinking.”“Yes Joe.”“That’s so fucked up,” said Nigella.“I think it’s kind of hot,” said Cheryl.“Did I say I didn’t? Joe even said I could take. Her biggest fear was what if any part of what Roger said was the truth?To take her mind off of Roger's words she took a few minutes to watch the older trucker, on who's chest she was lying, watching, hearing and feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath.After everything Roger had put her through she was amazed to have found a man whom so far she felt she could trust. He could easily have overpowered her in the motel room when she walked out of the bathroom with only a motel towel. That will never happen again, I promise. You made that very clear to me.” “Good, Missy. Is there anything you want to tell me?” “I’m not sure, Dean Perkins. Is there?” “Does your hairbrush have to remind you of my busy schedule and how your misbehavior disrupts it?” “Oh No, Sir!! I am so sorry I forgot that. My bottom is so hot my brain is not working well.” “Well, will you be interrupting my work again?” “No, Dean Perkins. I am so sorry I made you take time away from your important work to. It was that conflict that strengthened her emotions. He knew precisely how to manipulate her thoughts and feelings and pull her closer to him. Bending girls' hearts had always been second nature to him, as well as a way to kill time and indulge his thirst for sadism, but she was different. It really excited him to see the results of his work. It made him ... happy ... to see her smile, to know that he had made her smile.The sound of spray paint being released and its stinging aroma interrupted.