. . .Savannah closed her eyes and toyed with the rock Mitch had given her. ‘It’s time,’ she whispered to herself as she thought of how Brad woul...d feel when she told him she was leaving him. Would he be devastated? Would he beg her not to leave him? Would he threaten her? She shivered as she recalled the ‘missing boys’ and ‘missing young men’ that seemed to follow wherever her husband stayed. Why hadn’t anyone made the connection yet? Was he God? She asked herself these questions over and over. "Well ... you don't have a deadline, really. If they want to present an offer, then that's up to them. We can accept or reject it. You already know you have a contract for this year so you don't have any risk, just the possibility of a bigger reward." I was thinking, Bren. Lionel said he and Juanita had the same kind of plan we did, then they kept offering him more money and he's still playing six years later. Maybe we should talk to them as see what they think." That sounds like a good idea,. I took her right nipple and rolled it inbetween my index finger and thumb and she sighed, " just like that..." i switched nipples taking the left in my hand and teased it as i did with the other. " ooh please, lick them..." she sounded almost.... desperate, like she had been wanting this for a while. and with that i took her cute little nipple into my mouth, starting slow and working it in circles with me toungue. she responded, "agh! just like that" i got a little rougher, i started sucking. ‘Wait! I’m not having your tragic death from getting struck by lightning on my conscience. Just get in.’ He shouted above the rain. She glared at him. ‘Fine.’ She said forcefully. She got in the car unceremoniously and slowly sat down. ‘Sorry for wetting your seat. Wait, actually I’m not sorry. You asked for it.’ She muttered as he started up again. ‘It’s ok. As long as you’re safe.’ He stared at her in between looking at the road ahead. She was such a puzzle. The heat was on high and her wet.