It was on the coffee table but I recognized the ring. “That’s Dylan,” I said, leaning up quickly to grab my phone and reject the call. “He’...s on his way home. We still have some time. Ram me now and then get the fuck out of here.” “But,” Craig started, but I interrupted him, yelling fiercely right into his face. “Nut. In. Me. NOW!” He complied, pushing that giant tool into me, pressing on the back of my thighs as he rocked his hips gently, working it in a little at a time,. “Hurry up, pussy!” I. “I’m not sure what you mean. I’m glad it’s over. We’re okay. You have some decisions to make.”The eyes flashed and she straddled me. I had a feeling that she liked that position. “Abraham, we have decisions to make. We’re a team. I’m not making a decision without your input. I hope you would be the same.”I smiled gently. “I think that’s part of what we pledge to each other when we marry.“I think you would make a fine chief. You think well on your feet. You’re a good cop. You are known and. .......”“Ann come on you do everything for him, do you think he doesn't realize that?”“But I'm the bad guy, the one who punishes him, tells him no, makes him eat his vegetables....”“None of that matters,” Terrance replies, “ Your also the one who is here when he is sick or gets hurt, the one who helps with homework and lets him go out with his friends and watches sports with him.”“I'd do anything for him.....”“He hates to see you upset, I believe him when he says he'd rather not see Ryan at all. Martin suggested."Very funny, but I would hold those kinds of jokes to a minimum," I replied. "You know this is likely to end poorly?" I said to Martin. It was true, and it would also make good TV Drama to have a little doubt."Mike, you need to pack your shit, if you are going with us," Martin said.While mike was on his way back to his apartment, Martin flipped to the last page of the file laying on the reception desk in my living room. The page read in big letters, I'm going to Jam the audio.