Yeah, I was turning into a closet fatty.After work one day, I stopped at a bookstore. I love to read and thought a book would be the perfect thing to ...share with Danae. What kind of book though? It had to be something special. Finally, I settled on The Other Side of Welcome, a new novel by Edward Rankin, an author whose short stories I loved. Standing in line at the checkout, I found a pretty bookmark and a little card to go with it.Having a nice gift for Danae excited me. Inside the front cover. In a moment, his arms are either side of her splayed form. Body heat reaches out to cover her, even before their skin can touch. She feels him radiating warmth. He kisses her neck, a newly formed 5 'o'clock shadow makes prickles on the softness. She sighs. Squirms. He supports his own weight so as not to displace her, gently coaxing the sheet from between her thighs, replacing it with a head. In a sweet moment of recognition she feels the weight of his cock, pressing at her smooth, wet labia.. ’ Dexter couldn’t contain himself, ‘Dad, can I go along to the processing center and watch? Please?’ He was quickly silenced by a curt gesture from Mr. Worthington. Baldwin then took out and looked over another sheet from the requisition order folder. ‘Well, well. Good news! I see that the boys have already given you a name. Christopher, you are no longer Christopher. Your new name is ‘Licker’. Licker. That’s nice. That’s a nice name. Damn nice!’ Dexter beamed, ‘Fuck, that fits him!’ One of the. It was a hardcore romance, even if it wasn’t entirely believable, and it was actually positive rather than sleazy. I was happy for her that she was finally getting a break from the cheaper outfits; hopefully she was getting a bigger fee as well.Trouble is, that was a good one. The next three weren’t. Either in plot or content. The one where she was walking through a garden when she came across four black garden workers was just so unlikely, I fast-forwarded to the end. The next one, where she.