Why don't you sit down?"He paused for a moment, surprised I knew his name. "I don't want to sit down. I want you to leave my wife alone, you asshole."... I won't be doing that, Kyle," and then, with just enough steel, "Sit down."He looked around the room and then at me sitting there, book on the table, fork down, ready for any of his shit and he made the right decision. He sat down."Who the fuck do you think you are?" he hissed at me. "You are ruining my marriage." Kyle, I am not ruining your. I hope you don’t mind doing this. We’ll pay you what ever you need.”“Thank you.”The three moved to the kitchen began discussing details. After the details are taken care of, the parents leave and the baby sitting has commenced. Scott and Mandy walked back to the kitchen. Silently they sat at the counter. When Mandy wasn’t looking, Scott silently began to steal glances at her. Examining her features. Her jet black hair went down to about where her breasts were. Her fair skin looked like silk in. The problem was that there was no near neighbor, and the one a third of a mile away was hardly a friend. In fact, we had had some unpleasant dealings with him, and besides, we thought that he was in Florida at the moment. The telephone was still working, but even if we could arrange to go somewhere else, we would have to battle the storm on foot for at least half a mile, and under these conditions could even get lost, so we decided to try to tough it out.At last Mom said, "Honey, I'm afraid. Marcus's strong hands tighten around Quinn's hips, pulling her into him; she breaks the gaze and lays her head on his massive, chiseled chest. She can hear his heartbeat quicken as they continue to dance. His chest is not the only place where she can feel a throbbing as his cock starts to harden. "Ah-hem," a teacher walks by and glares at the couple, letting them know that they have been dancing too close for too long. "Let's go sit down, but don't walk away too fast," Marcus whispers. Quinn.