" "You're way off base on that one," Brody informed him. "She's nice, and it's cool she's in a band, but neither of us is looking for anything." "Neit...her was I when I met Doreen." "Yeah, well." Brody shrugged, then grinned. "Guess I just have more willpower than you." Bax guffawed. "That's what I said. Then I asked her to marry me. Jesus, Langer, you sound just like I did. You're sunk." Brody just shook his head and smiled as he finished his beer. * Ryan stifled a grin as Lara regarded her. Option two involved waking him up, thanking him for whatever happened last night and sending him on his way. The problem with option two was the language barrier again. But she was sure in a pinch she could get the message pretty well across.Then there was option three. Of her choices, option three had the dual distinction of being the most desirable and yet the most dangerous. Since she had already obviously strayed from the safe path she had followed all her life, even if she couldn't. Thefire in the fireplace burned hot, but not as hot as my cock and my balls,burning with my fire, wanting him, oh so badly, right there and then. Myfire burned hot and sparks flew, firing up my balls and filling my chestwith lust, with visions of him naked and open before me, my cock buriedballs deep in his ass, chest hair and sweat and chest hair and gaspspushing and thrusting hard into the night, as my cock ached and rose and,finally, spurted deep inside of his sweet ass, answering, finally,. Absent mindedly she fingered the small simple necklace her mother had given her years ago. It was now her only true possession, if you discounted the clothes Jimmy had bought for her. A look of inspiration swept over her face and she leaped from the bed and quickly dressed.She dared not venture far in a city so large and unfamiliar, but after asking several pedestrians she located a pawn shop not far from the apartment where she was disappointed to learn that the necklace, although sterling.