I didn’t say anything. After all, what could I say? We were both at fault no matter what we did now. I loved her far too much to say the things I di...d, but when stresses add up, bad things come out. I could see her face from where I sat. She was not looking at me, and consciously so, but I still had full view of her. It was the face I had grown to love as much as the girl that resided in it. Her soft cheeks and big brown eyes could always take away my troubles. Her smooth ebony skin was as soft. You like being mine; don’t you? Don’t speak; listen. I know I’m mean, but I can be sweet too. My slit’s dripping with sweet stuff. Go ahead; cry. I like it when you cry, when you kneel in front of me and sob like a baby. What a pathetic excuse for a man, no you are definitely not a man. You are just a very, bad boy. Bad. You were even fired from your job for being such a bad, slut boy. Cry.?But maybe I can forgive you a little because you at least try to be good. I’d love to let my sweet,. "Works for me," I agreed.Michaels threw a pair of one piece black fatigues at me, and another at Learner. "Leave these here after the recon," he said. I nodded my agreement. I drove them in the four door Ford of mine, out into the country. When I got close I explained that I could drop the two of them off, then leave the car somewhere and walk back.That's what we decided. I took the Ford on down the road till I came to an old closed store. I left the Ford and began hiking back to the spot where. The pigtailed blonde, without taking offence from his gestures, turned to his chest, touching his still dressed abdomen.“Very strong, indeed. I want to see it if it’s for real or it’s the clothes that deceive my feelings”“Believe me, it’s all real!”, replied Darko, moving his lips closer to Odette’s. The blonde French girl just let her boyfriend come even closer, as they kissed. It wasn’t just a kiss of passion and love, it was a kiss of lust. Pure lust between two lovers.“Hmm….