“Mmm, feels so good, Willow,” he whispered. “Your hands feel so gentle and delicate.”As they kissed again, she slowly began to stroke him with... her hand. It was so hard, so strong, her initially hesitant pace steadily gave way to a more insistent rhythm, with greedy pumps of her palm. She continued to do so as he angled his mouth down to suckle on her breasts, pinching each nipple between his lips. When he raised his eyes momentarily, she could see that pleased look in them again, reminding her. "Now, how about that water?"Somehow, as if by magic, Debby suddenly found herself in the kitchen with Mike. She'd gone into a sort of trance as he'd swung his muscular leg over the bike and dismounted, and suddenly she was filling up his water bottle at the kitchen sink as he stood close enough behind her for her to smell his sweat."Nice farm you got here," Mike said. "Beautiful valley. I biked past here once before, but I didn't see you around." I was probably doing chores or something," Debby. I did not do anything to destroy our marriage. It seems Debby did, or was planning to.I took my cell phone off the charger and looked at the missed calls. There were no calls. Apparently, my note made no impression. I must not have conveyed the correct amount of outrage and anger.I went to the local Denny’s for breakfast. As I was sitting there my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. It was my mother. I called her back as I wasn’t quick enough.“Hi mom, is there something that you wanted?”“Why. Michael Cross did look youthful, but that was OK, because Michael was only sixteen. He got lucky when the casino owner, John Doyle, saw him playing high stakes poker at an underground gambling house called Chucky's Place. John was very impressed by the kid's control and ability to bluff, making the other players lose more money. He was fast to notice Michael's talent at poker. John also found out that Michael was an orphan and decided to take the kid in. That was close to two years.