He was a hard-ass from the day he was born, or so the story went. Bit his mother’s tit the first day, as the expression went. He was shorter than Ol...af, and much stockier. His skin told of a different lineage than Olaf’s obvious nordic stock. Hispanic, Val guessed. Morris’ skin too was darkened by the sun, save for the many ritual scars that covered his chest and arms. Morris had never cared for Val, but that hadn’t bothered Val much. Morris was a weapon…and a shield. He was the Pack’s defender. And now he is completely and irrevocably caught up in the girl though not acknowledging it. Every day he unconsciously hurries to ‘The Nook’ to see her again, to look at her from his remote secret vantage point. He doesn’t dare to come up to her, to start a conversation having a strong feeling that he would scare her off and she would melt away(like a butterfly leaves the flower touched by the wind). He prefers to cling to the position of an observer shooting glances at her from time to time. ”“Awww, baby,” she said, hugging me, “I love you!”Yeah, sure you do. I thought you loved Jared. Make up your mind, bitch. I lightly hugged her back and said, “I’m going to go work on some last minute details. Why don’t you go shower and get ready?”I poured her a glass of wine, which she took with her. As soon as she was done, I went to my office and pulled up the party website to check the guest list. Excellent.Around 6:45, I went into the kitchen and whipped up a big batch of margaritas. Janet. ‘Don’t do to much of that’ I said, you will mark my white blouse’ he then unbuttoned my blouse and cupped my bare tits, we were parked in a cul-de-sac. Then he leant forward and sucked each nipple, it was nice. ‘’You better stop now’ I said and I rebuttoned my blouse.Again we went to the pub and the other two were there, I immediately went to the ladies to tidy myself up, and when I was on my way back could see him miming to his mates that he was cupping my tits. As usual the focus of attention.