‘I think not. It’s over between us.’ She stopped and stared at him. ‘What?’ ‘You may keep the house and I will have this month’s allowan...ce deposited to you. But after that, you’ll have to find another protector.’ ‘You are leaving me?’ Carla’s voice rose in anger as she sat up in bed. ‘How could you? You promised — ‘ ‘I made no promises.’ ‘You arrogant bastard — ‘ He extracted a long velvet box from his coat pocket and tossed it on the bed. ‘This should soften the blow, my dear.’ She was. Maybe they held the key. He'd certainly enjoyed her handling of them before. Now, she'd try her mouth.She released his penis from her breasts and had Anthony scoot back a bit on the massage table.Using the excuse that Anthony needed relief, but also because she was horny after playing with this old black man's thick cock for nearly an hour, Tracy spread his legs apart and back so that his knees bent.Tracy stood over him, her hands on his knees. Below her, his dark erection lay against his. While the message was playing, the blackberry chimed that it had another email. He continued to dry off while listening to the message from his boss. It was the typical morning ten-minute message in which his boss rambled from one topic to the next, while driving to the office for an early start to the day.Once he was dry, Dexter picked up the blackberry and read the email that had arrived. It was from the programmer telling him that he was going to be late to the office since he had worked. ‘So, are you cool with me taking Alex to scouts?’ Brent asked, thankfully changing the subject before we got all weepy. ‘Oh! That should be fun! Can I go, too?’ ‘If you like. My troop had a couple moms that were leaders. All that has changed. Women are leaders now, too. You’ll be great at it.’ He smiled. ‘Yeah right! Like I know anything about the outdoors.’ I snorted. ‘I can teach you. Besides, I have this fantas… well, never mind.’ ‘What? You have a fantasy about what?’ I asked, my interest.