Miller, forgive Benny. He’s not trying to hide anything. It’s just that he’s not exactly what you’d call a conversationalist. Benny is a think...er. It’s not only what he does, it’s what he is. He’s a thinker. He spends most of the time inside his own head, thinking about things. He’s a brilliant mathematician, but he’s going to school to learn mechanical and electrical engineering so that he can get into robotics.”“Wow. Robotics. That’s impressive, but I don’t think the world is ready for a Rosie. ” “Shall we continue, Miss Richardson?” asked Sophie. I said nothing and swallowed hard, trying to regain a little visible composure. Sophie moved her fingers to the buttons of my blouse. One by one she began to unfasten them. Watching her eyes as she did so, for the briefest moment I saw them take in the swell and contour of my breasts, held within the confines of my delicate, black lace bra. Reaching the waistband of my skirt, she stopped for a moment, grabbing each side of my blouse just. He slid down his swim trunks as she held her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. As he slowly inserted himself into her, she softly moaned “I don’t want to, “I don’t want, “I don’t.”He bounced her up and down a little on his rigid member and whispered in her ear. “This isn’t another conquest for me Chloe, I know now that deep inside I’ve wanted you to be mine for years now, but until the divorce I suppressed my feelings.”She was lost in her emotions but managed to slur, “but. " She drinks?" Among other things." I opened the door. "I'll talk with her and she'll pass out on the couch." Virginia! I know you're in there! Open the damn door!"I've dealt with Joyie before when she's been drinking. She's usually like Otis, the town drunk, on Andy Griffith, but whatever she was at the moment, was as far from Mayberry as The Bronx. So, when I opened the door I was braced for a fight. I wasn't prepared to see her dad's service revolver in her hand.Feeling my heart almost stop.