She noticed me noticing what she'd ordered, and smiled. "I'm not dieting," she said. "I've learned that regular hard exercise is enough to keep me fit..., even with a pretty healthy food intake... And when I say "healthy," I don't mean nutritionally balanced -- I mean hefty! I was always a big eater, and I pretty much still am. I've just learned what it takes to prevent the weight from being piled on." It must be a tremendous source of satisfaction -- and pride -- to have managed to lose all that. So warm and inviting. "Ooh, baby! We movin' on up like the Jeffersons!" She would laugh and sway her long relaxed hair side to side. She was so proud to be living the good life now, and now that I was 17 and almost done with high school it was my turn to take care of her and keep her happy. I wasn’t going to let anything else get in the way of her happiness.All the years of seeing her go through bad relationships with terrible men, made me almost hate all men. I don’t see why she keeps going. She smiled again, realizing how turned on he got by their voices.Bobbi relented, grabbing his hands and swinging his arms above is head, holding them down as she scooched forward, lowering her lips to his.“Good boy! Would you like your reward? There you go,” lowering herslf down, “suck my pretty pussy for me, Mr. Evans.” The pleasure exploded up through her as his mouth closed around her lips, drawing them in as his tongue found he clit. She was somewhat surprised to find that her former. "Drop your gun!" bellowed a voice from the door. Gareth turned andglared at the figure standing in the doorway. The figure moved forwardinto the light. Gareth's eyes saw the silver star on the man's chest. Itwas the sheriff. The sheriff's gun was pointed straight at him. Gareth knew he hadabout a fifty/fifty chance of 'killing' the sheriff before he was fatallywounded. If he was taken to the repair center there was a good chance hiswhole scheme would be found out. For now he was going to have.