" Yes, I do," Fletcher repeats loud and clear, feeling even moreuncomfortable."Fine. So, let's start with easy questions. What's your name?" Fletcher ...Steele," he says and instantly regrets that answer. He knows,that the doctor wants another answer."Wrong. You are Florence Jones. Please repeat that answer." I ... am ... Florence ... Jones," Fletcher slowly answers. These wordsfeel, ... strange for him."Fine, can you repeat them?" I am," Fletcher takes a breath, "Florence Jones." And his mind. You are to make sure of that, okay?Jason raised a brow of his own. “Is that, like ... a danger?”Mom raised and dropped her shoulders. “Just be mindful, is all. 11 years old is a bad age.”As it happened, no opportunity for hi-jinks ever presented itself.Mom called at quarter to five. Jason was cleaning his bedroom, as ordered. He didn’t expect to be hit with the best news of his life.“Jason, I’m gonna kill your effing aunt!”Caught up short, Jason blurted, “Huh?”Yelling over a passing semi, Mom. Natalie had thought the whole thing through and decided that if she wanted to ensure Zane’s vote, she needed to be on Zane’s mind. She needed to be on his mind ALL the time. The idea of getting a ride to school with him was pure genius. This would mean she was the first girl on his mind in the morning, and if she could help it, she’d stay on his mind all day. Today she intended to ensure that he would pick her up every day from now on.As they rode to school Natalie went right to the subject of. She was ridiculously curvaceous, her frame coke-bottled. Her breasts were plentiful, their tips pink and hard, begging for his lips. Her wide hips and voluptuous thighs made his knees damn-near buckle, and the strip of hair above her clit made his mouth water. Their mouths met in a hard, animalistic kiss that flooded his veins with liquid flame. Nervous Michael has officially left the building. Zaria broke away from the kiss, her lips bruised, and turned. She led him toward the sofa by.