" Taking the can from her, I created my own tempting dessert. I made a long line of cream beginning between her breasts and ending in a small dollop a...t the crest of her mound. Stroking a wayward strand of hair from here face, I leaned down to kiss her. Her full lips pressed against mine. She tasted of strawberries, and I could sense the passion rising between us. "Your dessert is ready, but you're a bit, um, overdressed." After removing my clothes, I bent to kiss her again. The kiss was wet. I had little Goku dolls and shelf full of manga on my bookcase right underneath biotech journals and binders of research. Yeah, I was proud to be a geek, but I was getting to a point in my life where I wanted to share my life with someone. Loneliness was starting to kick in and maybe even a bit of desperation. That was a deadly combination. I think women can sense those two emotions in men.Mike woke up around ten. He cooked some oatmeal and came over to the love seat across from the sofa I was. "I hope you don't mind peanut butter and jelly?" She asked.I shrugged. "It's fine." Good, so what were you up to?"I sighed. "Has grandpa swept this room?" I asked."Yes, I just did," he said entering the room. "Why do you ask?" Megan was asking me some questions I didn't want to risk othershearing..." So...?" Megan asked.I sighed. "I started off looking into the guys who broke into our houseand the lady who poisoned Bella. There's nothing else that can really bedone there though..." No, it's. When Manuel insisted that he be invited over to their house for dinner after meeting Rosita, the lovely wife of Roberto, he dared not refuse.He broke the news to his sweetheart the best he could but she told him it would be fine. She had heard enough stories about this man and it bothered her the way her husband was treated.It was a Friday evening when the self-invited guest showed up, bearing no flowers or wine or anything that would reveal any manners at all. He was welcomed, or at least he.