" Caught her doing what?"Brownshoe was just beginning to splutter out some asinine excuse when I interrupted.I spoke up..."Chief ... can I get up?" Yo...u're David? Yeah ... get up." That's my grandmother your man is molesting ... I'd appreciate it if you'd make him let go ... before I have to do it."Mr. Brownshoe let go, spun around to backhand me ... I broke his left wrist. He went for his gun with his right ... funny thing ... he shot himself in the foot, the knee and the groin. The next thing. I look at Tim. I know my eyes are filled with lust and passion. “No, I want him to finish me. I am so close. Cody come, boy.”Tim responds instantly, “Cody, STAY! Slut, stand up.”I’m struggling to process the conflict between what my body is demanding and what I am hearing from Tim. But I know that Tim is the demand that I must respond to. I stand with only the briefest hesitation for processing the conflict in my mind. He is holding Cody’s leash and starts down the path, I hurry to catch up. She was baiting him and he was rising to it.Well, there was another day off work to run Brian around getting ingredients and then arriving the next morning at eight to get his demo set up.And the mischief began.Candace fired the first salvo at Brian by accusing him of stealing her lines but confessed that the tomato salad he recommended kept her brother’s fingers out of the struts of her Eiffel Tower cake. Brian returned fire by suggesting that coring the garlic would leave his breath sweet. Just waiting for you.’ ‘Now why would you be doing a silly thing like that?’ I teased him. ‘Becuase I like being around you and I like holding you and I love the way you smell when you get out of the shower.’ ‘And why is that?’ ‘It smells good and makes me happy.’ ‘I bet that’s not all it makes you.’ I gave him a teasing smile. ‘And what does it do to me Miss Brittany?’ ‘I think it turns you on.’ ‘Why do you think that?’ Jeremy said taking interest in our conversatin. ‘Becuase I just know.’.