He isn't my kind of guy for certain: a scumbag and a thug, a lout who's as dumb as your average box of rocks, a closet gay in extreme denial, and a sa...distic bully to boot. Well, he needs me. I protect him from the consequences of some of his more outrageous behavior, bail him out of jail when necessary, lend him a couple of bucks when he's broke, give him a temporary place to stay when he's been kicked out of his lodgings, and listen to his whining.Sure, it puts a dent in my social life. I've. She let out a whimper and shivered as shebacked onto him. His hands soon grasped her hips as he began to take her. Thethrusts making her body jolt to and fro. She held tightly to him, squeezing herinner walls to embrace hermaster as her fingers grasped the sheets as if she were going to fly away. Shebecame a bit more vocal as her whimpers turned to moans, panting harder as shewas ridden. He slowly lifted her upright, one arm around her waist, the otherhand holding under her chin. He kissed her. "He replied, "Correct! So either I deny you your freedom or I lose mine."Angered I replied, "What gives you the right to take my life away?"He replied, "I have no right at all, but I do have the power to do it. Inmy opinion, my life, my freedom is worth more than yours."I shot back."Easy for you to say!"He went on, "To be blunt Terry, it would have been easier to have youkilled but I couldn't bring myself to have an old friend murdered becauseof my greed."Sarcastically I replied, "Well thank. Go ahead. Call her.I push the phone away in disgust and slide my chair back, tiliting it so I can put my legs up on the desk. As I settle back, my hands clasped behind my head, my gaze takes in the lucite picture frame perched on one corner of the desk. It's a photo of Lisa and me, at the beach, taken about three years ago. She's wearing a terrycloth wrap, but it's open slightly, and the bananna- yellow bikini she's wearing can be barely glimpsed. Her face is tan, and her smile is wide and.