Determined to milk every last drop from him, I ran my fingers down his length, squeezing every last drop down my throat, more and more he moaned as 5 ...or 6 hot loads erupted into my mouth, the last load freely running down my chin and dripping onto my chest.I knew it wasn't over, he might have finished but I sure as hell hadn't, with one look into his toxic gaze, he grabbed me, throwing me into the wall, cracks appearing in the plaster where my head struck it. Feet a foot off the floor, left. She nodded, her eyes gleaming. “A boy, this time,” she said with certainty, “for you.” Shane Eric came out kicking and fighting. “Where is the contentment?” I laughed as Shania nursed the fussing baby boy. “Erica has your contentment,” she informed me. “This little fellow has all of my contrary nature wrapped up in the male form.” We hired a nanny to help Shania with the two children. Nanny Matilda was close to sixty and doted on the babies. Our focus shifted to concerns for the well-being of. Xanax not only allowed me to sleep, but it also stopped the dreams. If ever I didn’t take the pills, however, the dreams came back, even more frighteningly...The dreams, the night terrors, always with me spitting bloody teeth from my mouth, crawling on my belly, sometimes through swarms of cockroaches scurrying about the floor. And those men, their sounds, shrieks, shrill voices, their banging, clanking on the doors. The headless man at the end of the hallway, the man in the hallway sometimes. ’ Her eyes softened as she smiled. ‘You little fool. Let yourself go with me. I’m your slave. Jennifer I do love you so damn much.’ Peter paused to draw breath. Jennifer’s hands were no longer frozen. ‘I don’t know how you feel about me and I’ll not ask. If all I have is your friendship then I am a very rich man and I will be happy. More, I would not dare hope for.’ Peter stood and her eyes followed him, ‘I’ve never used that word ‘love’ before meeting you. It sounds strange.’ Before.