"Then butt out." In his mind's eye he saw her naked on her knees as she gave the equally naked attorney an enthusiastic blowjob."Mark, I am you mother...," she told him. She felt small tendrils of fear worm through her body. None of this was going the way she had planned. Ever since her divorce from Henry, she had worked hard to mold her son Mark into a person any mother would be proud to claim, as well as control."Mom, give it a rest. You seem to forget I am now eighteen years of age and I can. Her hobby is horse riding. She had her own. Once she invited me to watch her riding in her meadow.It was full moon in the midst of summer. Nikita was without her jodpurs that night, needed no saddle.She gladly notices my excitement. She asks me to drop my pants climb the fence mount right behind her.She bends forwards grabs the manes of her mare, which walks at foot pace. I hold her hips for my grip.I slide inside her and the foot-pace dictares the rythm of our movements. She gets hot and. "Dammit, Renee. Do you always have to assume the worst?" he replied, exasperation filling his words. "Really? I bought them because I care about you; I wanted you to not be bored, and the only time you ever seem happy is when you're in a fucking book." His fists tightened with each sentence, hurting his hands.The girl withdrew a few steps, body constricting in an automatic preparation for blows.Sawyer saw her cringe, and he forced himself to inhale and relax. The frustration was still there,. " A beer would be good," I said, "if you have one."She left me to it and I checked out her CD collection. There was a good mix, from early 70s soul and funk right up to Ellie Goulding. I chose an 80s soul compilation, figured out how to work the stereo and put it on. By the time I'd finished, Christina came back into the room, my bottle in her left hand, a large glass of wine in her right. She smiled, handed me the beer and sat on the sofa."Sit next to me," she said and patted the cushion, "I.