"It has to stop, and we are going to be the force that stops them, but if you had left one of them alive, it would have made it a lot easier..."I gave... him two beats to take it back, then said, "When people are shooting at you with machine guns, you're pinned down, and your only help is bleeding out beside you, leaving anyone alive is not high on the list of priorities. I wish I'd left them all alive, so I could kill them again." He caught the fury in my voice and wisely said nothing.His number. .." Mom patted her thigh.She really did like him a lot, even though Mom pretended like she was only putting up with him. Probably it was just a reaction to the obvious affection I had towards him. Like she had to assume the stern, responsible dog owner role, since I more or less played the silly, irresponsible girlfriend role for him. And yeah, Lick did need some parenting, just like I did. He wasn't really that mature, being just almost 4 years old and spoiled enough so he acted like he was. . ‘Sure is.’ We just stared at each other, sharing another of those awkward moments before we both laughed self-consciously. ‘Hey, uh . . . so how was Baylor?’ Angie rolled her eyes. ‘Not worth the tuition,’ she said with a dry laugh. ‘Really, it was all right. That’s where I met Sam, so I guess it was worth it.’ ‘Sam . . . your husband?’ Angie nodded. She blushed again. ‘He, uh . . . he was one of my professors.’ I chuckled, clucked my tongue. ‘Bad girl,’ I said playfully. ‘No, it wasn’t like. “I have an idea” Tristen said. “Sit up and I’ll sit on your lap.” “Okay” Jay agreed and Jay sat on the edge of the couch and Tristen straddled him facing the same direction and sat on his legs as close to him as she could. Jay resumed fingering her and rubbing her clit with greater ease now. His other hand reached easily around front and caressed her tits. He cupped them in his hand and held her nipple between his thumb and fingers while he kissed her neck more. Tristen turned and looked.