Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2010 06:50:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mas P <maspgurl@yahoo.ca>
Subject: island girl - part5

Thanks for reading. :) And thanks for all the kind words folks. This is the
second to last. Sorry for the delay.

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Island Girl - Part 5
By Mas


"Reesa..." I mumbled her name with a sigh as she moved inside of me. The
only light in the room came from the window, the dull glow of street
lights. Yet arousal had her usually light brown eyes deepening to deep
sienna.

The phone rang but I was too close to letting go to answer it. Her hands
caressed my breasts as she gently grinded the dildo into me. I felt her
deep inside of me, rubbing up and down flesh that was quivering and
squeezing her in only to have her slip away again. Her pace was the perfect
one for a slow fucking. Combined with her hands touching my body almost
reverently I was experiencing sensation overload. I gripped her ass. Our
lips met in a sloppy kiss. My pants turned to grunts as our bodies moved
together. Every time she neared me I felt the pressure on my clit. I heard
the slap of our skins meeting.

Every tug of my breasts had me closer and closer to the edge. "Jesus you
fuck me so good..."

"Mmmm," she moaned as she kissed me deeply. "This isn't fucking," she
mumbled against my lips as my calves moved along her hers. "This is makin'
love." My body tensed and a few moments later I was coming hard as she
grinded into me. Like always I felt myself falling to pieces beneath her.

I shouted out her name over and over until my body stopped shaking and my
legs unwrapped themselves from her waist to flop on my bed.  She unbuckled
the strap and tossed it to the side. I wasn't able to relish in the
afterglow when I heard a crash in my living room. Both of us froze then
looked up at the opened door. She was the only one to react and jumped from
the bed.

"Reesa!" I shouted as she stormed out of the bedroom. I grabbed her shirt
and shrugged into it as I ran behind her.

"Who the FUCK are you?" I heard a surprised scream that sounded very
familiar. When I turned the corner I was proven correct.

"Jamilla! What are you doing?" She looked up at me from where she knelt on
the floor. She had a guilty expression on her face. It reminded me of her
daughters when I caught them being bad.

"I can explain!" Her eyes tracked back to Terry and she began to openly eye
her. Her expression hovered between fear and awe.  When I looked over too
and realized why; Terry was as naked as the day she was born.

"Terry! You're naked! Go put some clothes on please." She looked at herself
then from Jamilla to me.

"So I take it that you two know each other?" After I nodded she shook her
head and did as she was told. Jamilla sat back on her butt.

"You could have told me she was a freaking amazon Jo! She's so fine!" She
watched Terry's ass until she vanished. Even then she was still straining
to look around the doorway. "Where did you find her?"

I chuckled as a cover for my nervousness and embarrassment but couldn't
help the pride I felt at Jamilla thinking Terry was attractive. I waved her
away and went to the kitchen for the dust pan and broom to keep busy. She
broke a vase I had on an end table in her haste to leave the apartment when
she realized that the sounds I was making weren't from pain but from
ecstasy.

When to came back into the living room she was still on the floor looking
guilty. "I'm sorry!  Mom ordered me to check up on you and when you didn't
answer my calls or the door I got worried." She looked at me
sheepishly. "Then I heard you moaning and thought you were in pain or dying
or...something." She took the key and placed it in my hand. "Here! Don't
give this to any of us unless you WANT us to come into your apartment
unannounced."

"I think that there's some secret mission for everyone in our families to
walk in on us having sex."

"You have to tell me what you're talkin' about! Who else walked in on you?"
She took off her sweater and sat Indian style on the couch.

"Don't you have children to take care of?"

She shrugged. "Bobby cooked mac and cheese tonight." Her gaze was steady
and determined.

"Her sister and mother." Jamilla's laughter was loud and long. "It's not
funny!" Even so I began to chuckle too. Only then did I notice Terry
leaning against the wall watching us with a half smile on her face. I stood
up when I saw that she was dressed. She had on a tank top since I still
wore her shirt.  "You don't have to leave Terry."

"For sure!" Jamilla said as she stood. "And I'm sorry that this was the way
we had to meet." She gave Terry a wink. "Well, mostly sorry."

My sister was flirting with my girlfriend. What was next?

"Me too." She turned to me with a slow smile. "We both have early starts in
the morning Jo." I nodded my head and walked her to the door.

"It was fun," she said. I stood closer and hugged her.

"Very fun." Our lips met in a soft kiss. "Until my sister sneaked into my
apartment and saw you naked."  She laughed as her arms tightened around
me. "You need to watch that quick-draw-McGraw reaction you have there
buddy."

"What can I say? I protect what's mine." She laughed at my haughty
look. "Why you lookin' at me like that? It's true."

"You don't own me. In fact if anything I own YOU." She laughed and pushed
me against the wall.

"Oh yeah? I thought I was the one fucking you with a strap a little while
ago." My pulse began to drum.  A new wetness began pooling between my
thighs, the flesh there yelling at me that she was quite right.  She knew
it too by the way she smirked at me. Luckily she stepped back a little. I
was ready to have her take me again right in my hallway with my sister in
the next room. "I'm gonna be a bit busy the rest of this week but I'll call
you." Her finger traced down my nose to my lips. "Maybe we can spend the
weekend together again?"

"Okay." We kissed again then I watched as she walked away. As I watched her
ass disappear down the hall I thought about taking her out to buy some
jeans. Or maybe some briefs. A trip to one of those Ralph Lauren or Calvin
Klein boutiques downtown to watch her try them on all afternoon was in
order.  So lost was I in my dreaming I forgot that I had company. When I
turned around Jamilla stood waiting and watching. She shook her head but I
studiously ignored her and ushered her back into my living room.

"What was that woman doing to you Jo? I don't think I've ever screamed that
loud for Bobby, and the man knows how to lay it down when he's ready."

"Shut up Jamilla or else I'm gonna tell your mother where you hide your
house keys."

"Okay! Okay. Geesh. No need for the threats." We decided to make a pot of
tea. "So are you gonna tell me about her or should I beg you until you do?"

"Sit down silly. So, you already know that she's good in bed..." We both
smiled and I began to indulge in what was going to be a favorite pastime.




It was 8am on Wednesday and I was stuck in a department meeting that was as
stimulating as a bowl of jello. The only thing keeping me awake and smiling
was my memory of the past weekend with my girl.  I was beginning to long
for the weekend.

My girl. Tereesa Lawrence.

I loved the sound of that.

Poor Roc. His crying woke us both up that weekend and after we were up our
appetites followed. He was ignored the first half of the day but we made it
up to him by tiring him out all afternoon with a riveting game of fetch.

Terry wanted to exercise her cooking skills and made chicken and rice that
she had a fancy French name for. I just called it chicken and rice. Even
the salad she threw together tasted great. Roc sat at my chair so
diligently that I offered him a few leaves of lettuce. He wasn't amused.

That evening as we sat on her back porch watching the evening slip away,
the lights in her garden began to brighten little pockets of green. I asked
her about why she decided to become a landscaper and listened as she talked
about her love of art and trees and grass. Before that day I never met
someone who liked grass. Well, the kind that you mowed at least. Her love
for the outdoors seemed to be the main reason but her job seemed to be a
part of the whole that was her.

"I love it Jo. I use to follow my mama around the yard when she got into
her gardening phases. Soon I was the one pulling her out of the house to
garden..." Our quiet voices fought with the night sounds around us.

At some point the discussion turned to me and my dreams. I told her about
how I loved to collect seashells and sea glass. I had vague dreams of
making a few dollars out of it somehow since I knew that I had a knack for
making necklaces and little nick-knacks with them. I went online and saw
people selling shells but I knew that it was just a hobby for me and one
that engaged in only when the mood struck. My job was actually enjoyable. I
was a loan officer now but knew that I was on the rise to becoming a
supervisor soon. As I spoke to Terry I realized that the position of
manager looked good but working in the bank wasn't a permanent career
choice for me.

I felt as if I was supposed to do more but had no idea what it was. "You'll
figure it out Jo," she assured me. Her confidence in me was contagious.

"Let's go to the beach when you're here again. We'll find some shells and I
can teach you how to find sea glass." I suggested. She smiled and looked
down at Roc who had his ears perked up from the mention of the word
"beach".

"What do you think Roc?" His loud barking made us decide to take him for a
quick walk.

"...Ms. Larnet? Joanna...?" I was looking right at Bernard and had no idea
he was talking to me even though he called my name about 5 times. Karl
nudged my arm hard enough for me to jump out of my day dream.

"Yes! Yes Bernard," the sniggers around the mahogany conference table had
me shuffling papers in embarrassment.

"We want an update of the stats you have for us, industry trends, etcetera
in the country..." Yes, exactly what I've been preparing for the last two
days, I thought.

"Yes, well..." I stood up, ignored Karl and tried to not think about Terry
and how little I saw her for the last three days. "If you would just follow
my presentation and the booklets provided for you..."



"So you gonna see lover girl tonight?" Karl stood in my office with his
briefcase strapped over his shoulder.

"I think so.  She's still working late though. She said that she may be at
her office tonight and we barely saw each other this week except when I
jog, which is only on Monday and Tuesday with work the next day." I signed
off my computer and stared at the blank screen. "I don't want to seem
too...needy you know?"

We were both pleased with my swimming progress. I could do the doggy paddle
now though she had to be within grabbing distance whenever I did. The point
was that it was an improvement.

"Has she told you to call her?" I nodded my head. "Didn't she hold you
hostage in her house all weekend?" I nodded my head again. "Then I think
she's a bit in need of your constant company. You know how many hos runnin'
around this island?"

I laughed and assured him that I wasn't worried. He looked at me for a
moment then shook his head.  "Joanna, Amanda had her eye on that woman for
months now. The girl is in the closet so deep she's shittin' mothballs."

The flash of red I saw behind my eyes was just the lighting. I convinced
myself that I wasn't jealous.  "What?" He raised an eyebrow at my
voice. Despite trying it lowered. Karl was one of the few people who knew
when I was pissed.

I was pissed.

He had to be kidding. Amanda? She's one of the most homophobic people I
know!

"Just letting you know. You can't be lax about these bitches. I let Vic out
of my sight for one night and about half the gay population on this damn
island was tryin' to get at his-"

"I think that I get the picture Karl." I began to chew on the end of a
pencil nervously. Terry wasn't one to sleep around and we only vaguely
discussed women she's been with on the island. It wasn't a huge list. Like
me she was picky. Most of her wild times happened in university with women
she barely talked to now if ever. "We've been a bit busy but I meant to
stop by her office tonight. I mean, I don't want to move too fast Karl."
I'm sure that the worry was written all over my face. "I don't wanna mess
this up."

He sighed and stepped into the office closing the door behind him. "Joanna
Larnet," he began. "I saw the way that woman was around you. I don't think
that she gives a fuck about going slow or any of that shit. I think she
wants you to be her woman Jo and if you don't want to do it I think that
there are many women on this island who'd try to."

"Oh great, so you're gonna bully me into spending the night? What? Are you
pimping me out too?" He threw up his arms and stood up.

"I'm not even gonna ask what you're talkin' about but you better get to
that woman's house and spend the night Joanna. Both of you work long hours
so someone has to take the first step here. Has she spent the night yet?" I
shrugged but he scowled at me so I told him technically no. "But I spent
the night at her house before." When I thought about it I knew that Terry
was waiting on me to take that next step.

"She's waiting on me." My voice was small and insecure.

"Then go to her." I stood up and walked around my desk to hug him. "Don't
be afraid Jo." He rubbed my back then grabbed my purse. "Let's get out of
here, where's her office anyway?"

We walked arm in arm out of the bank. I looked over to see a familiar face
in a dark SUV. "Hey Vic!"

"Hey beautiful!" He yelled back.

Karl hugged me again. "Why don't you bring your girl over next weekend? Vic
wants any excuse to fire up his grill with the summer ending soon."

"Sounds good to me." I kissed his cheek. "I'll ask her." We waved and I
tried to remember where my mom said Terry's office was. "Definitely on
Wells Street..." I thought about calling Terry but decided that a surprise
visit would be even better.



"81 Wells Street...81 Wells Street..." The sky was still bright at 5:35pm
that evening so locating the building number was no problem. While talking
the night before Terry told me that she would probably be at the office
most of the day to catch up on smaller projects she had to reschedule.

I saw 79 Wells Street and held my breath as I pulled up to Terry's
building. My eyes scanned the mostly empty parking lot for Terry's truck
among the SUV's and cars in the parking lot. The white truck didn't
disappoint. I parked right next to it. I felt like I was in a clown car in
the midst of all of the Ford F150s and jeeps.

After I parked I took in the white two story building with its fenced in
area that appeared to store a lot of huge rocks, trees and equipment. Men
and a few women were walking back and forth through the fence loading up
two big, black trucks with Terry's company logo on it.

I stepped out of the car then bent down at the side mirror to quickly
ensure that my hair and makeup were okay. I breathed into my hand and
searched for a mint. "Hey there." I spun around to see a slim man standing
behind me. The shirt he wore told me that he was an employee. "I'm Diego,
what's your name beautiful."

"You better step off before the boss castrates you." A blond woman who
looked familiar walked up and shoved him away. "Sorry about that ma'am, we
try to keep him caged and medicated."

"I was just saying hello to the pretty lady! Muy bonita." I could see that
he had those dark, good looks that probably got him a girl every other day
in high school. He had to still be reliving his glory days.  "Maybe I can
be of assistance..."

"I'm fine thanks." I smiled as the woman rolled her eyes. I liked her and
saw her pleasure when I held out my hand. "I'm Joanna."

"Evelyn." Her eyes twinkled happily. "The boss is inside. Nice to
officially meet you." She dragged Diego away with surprising strength as he
fought against her. She shoved him in the passenger side of the truck and
motioned for two men to follow her. "Come on if you want that ride home
fellas." Two more men ran toward the truck just as the doors to the
building opened. Gina materialized followed by Melissa.

The men slowed down to a civilized walk as they all respectfully greeted
Terry's mom. I closed my car door and was about to yell out Melissa's name
when an expression fell over her face that I knew well. It was the same way
that Terry looked at me when she was horny.

I followed her line of vision and bit my lip when I saw Evelyn with one
foot on the inside of the truck and the other planted on the step of the
truck. For a tiny woman she sure made it seem like she was born to own a
truck that size.

With mirrored Oakley shades covering her eyes I watched a rakish smile
cover her lips. The woman was a looker. Sexy in that
I-know-but-I-don't-really-care kind of way and Melissa seemed to be very
aware of it."Hello Ms. Lawrence."

"Evelyn! You drive safe now and when will I see you over for some food?
Tell your mother hello for me, I missed her in church last month."

Evelyn laughed and shook her head. "She said to tell you that once a month
is not Godly behavior."

"You tell her that God and I have an understanding."

Evelyn laughed and promised to do as she was told. "Hello Mel."

"Hey." It was like watching a 22 year old regress to a 5 year old. Evelyn
nodded her head then hopped in the truck and gassed it up. Mel watched as
the woman and her passengers left the lot as if in a trance.

"She's something else huh?" I said right into her ear. She had to have
jumped two feet from the ground.  Gina looked back from the car to see what
the commotion was and smiled happily at me.

"Joanna!" Mel shouted and scowled.

"Joanna!" Gina said and walked over to hug me. "Good! Now you can make
Terry get herself HOME and in bed. How are you honey? You eating all
right?" I assured her that I was eating breakfast, lunch and dinner until
she was convinced enough to let me go.

"I'll be right there mom." Mel continued to scowl at me. "You scared me,"
she accused. I pointed at my chest feigning innocence.

"Me? I would never do that. I was just pointing out Evelyn's...attributes."
Mel looked at her feet and to my amusement, started to kick stones
around. "Not that you didn't notice them already."

"She thinks I'm a baby." Bingo. Mel had a crush on a certain blond employee
of TKL Landscaping. If I had to guess I'd say that Evelyn had to be at
least 35. More than a decade her senior but not enough to be overly worried
about. "And Terry scares the hell out of anyone who even breathes in my
direction."  That was an additional complication for sure.

"Maybe we can soften her up. Evelyn seems nice though." Mel laughed and
started walking backward toward her mom's car.

"Yeah well, I have to leave for university in four months anyway. Terry is
upstairs and boy will she be glad to see you."

"No field work today?" She pointed to her boots and I finally noticed that
they were caked in mud.  "Good seeing you."

"You too, gotta get the old lady home now. See you soon?" When I nodded she
beamed and jogged to the car. I waved as they drove out of the lot.



The office's interior wasn't what I expected. It wasn't overly showy but
instead predominantly a pale white with vivid watercolors adorning the
walls and light, cherry furniture. It was an elegant space. A plump woman
with skin the color of coal looked up from the purse she was stuffing. Her
smile was a bright white and lovely, her voice, the same. She had the
perfect voice for a receptionist.  If I had to pick a receptionist by her
voice she would be it. The name "Marsha Knowles" was engraved on a small
plate on her desk.

"Hi there. How may I help you?"

"Umm, I'm here to see Terry."

"Ms. Lawrence asked not to be disturbed for the rest of the evening. Is she
expecting you?"

"Not really...Well, yes she is." The woman frowned. I sounded like a
stuttering idiot even to myself.

"Give me one moment as I call her line Ms.-" I held out my palms,
instinctually knowing that I didn't want her to know I was there.

"Larnet, but you don't have to tell her I'm here." She held the phone in
mid-air and tilted her head.  "I...I want to surprise her." She studied me
for a few moments looking unsure then something clicked in her eyes and she
smiled.

"First name?" She asked.

"Joanna."

"Well why didn't you just say so? Up the stairs, last door on the left."
She grabbed her purse and headed for the exit. "I'm locking the doors, be
sure to tell Terry that I closed up okay?"

"Yes ma'am. Thank you." She beamed at me and left with a wave. After the
door closed the silence was overwhelming. I looked around the area filled
with painting that had the initials K. L. signed at the bottom of
them. With every step I took deeper and deeper into her office the
paintings changed to drawings and I realized that Karl was right, I needed
to mark my territory. Terry was amazing. She was fulfilling every major
category on any woman's list for the ideal girlfriend.

"...Yes Mr. Bethel I know that I promised to have that work started last
week and I can assure you that I'll have a crew there in the morning. In
fact the truck is loaded with the materials as I promised and they're being
dropped off tonight...yes we did, you said that you'd have your garage
empty for the bags of soil and the stone...no, she can't keep that in the
truck...I can't Mr. Bethel...can't you park your Benz outside the garage
for one night? That's all we need...Well yes, we'd need the Masarati to be
moved too" She pulled the phone away and stared at it in annoyance. I
watched her rub between her eyes as she gazed outside a darkened
window. Its shades were drawn halfway. She wore a dress shirt with the
company logo. The sleeves rolled up her forearms and the collar was open
enough to reveal the swell of her breasts.

Her face looked a bit haggard and tired and I saw her roll her left
shoulder about five times as she spoke to the troublesome Mr. Bethel. She
was tired.

"No sir I cannot be there to oversee the work but I have the best on your
project...yes sir the discount still applies. Alright, I'll let my crew
know that they need to have your housekeeper move the cars. Until
tomorrow." She hung up the phone and quickly dialed another number. "Eve,
make sure there are no cars in Bethel's garage, check with the housekeeper,
and pleeeease do not fuck with this guy's yard.  Only touch what's in the
contract to touch, he's trouble." I stepped into the office. She finally
noticed me and whipped around in surprise. Her body relaxed and she began
to get up but I motioned for her to stay seated. "You know I trust you to
take lead on this project. It's just that these rich bastards can be the
cheapest and dirtiest clients." My hands began to rub at her shoulders and
she sighed. I kissed her neck and felt her shiver beneath my lips. "Ummm,
yeah, drop those off and you get home. It's a 10 am start tomorrow." My
thumb dug into a ball of muscle and she groaned. "What?...Fuck you..." She
said with a light laugh. "Don't you worry about what Ms. Larnet is doing to
me. Goodnight Evelyn."

The phone was in its cradle and her head was on the table a second
later. "Ohhh man Jo, you have no idea how good that feels."

"Tough day?" She nodded her head against the table.

"I hate being in the office and working out payroll and pacifying pissed
off clients but someone has to do it." She sat up and tugged at my arm as
she pushed the chair away from the desk. Her eyes studied my three piece
skirt set and an eyebrow rose as her eyes lingered on the skirt. It was a
few inches above my knee and tight. "You were in the lot in this suit?"

"Well, I certainly didn't change into it before I came here." I looked at
the dark grey slacks she wore over black loafers. "You were in the lot in
these pants?"

"You look sexy as hell." My ego purred as she tugged me between her legs.

"So do you." She sat forward and nuzzled her nose into my stomach. Her
hands pushed my jacket away. I tugged it off and pushed her away to study
her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips had a lazy smile on them. They
slowly opened and gazed at me. "You're tired Terry, you need to go home."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Well, we're going home now." She sat back and crossed her arms defiantly.

"Oh really?" I nodded my head. Her eyes scanned my body again, settling on
my breasts and I watched her expression grow more and more aroused. "You're
going to need to persuade me Ms. Larnet."

"Persuade you huh?" My fingers lingered at the top button of the fitted
vest I wore. I looked back at her open doorway. "Are we alone?"

"An alarm would go off if someone else came in here."

"I don't like you here so late Jo." I felt her eyes on me as I walked over
to her window and closed the shades completely. "I get worried about you,
here all alone..."

"It does get pretty lonely..." Her breath was shallow now as I flicked open
the buttons of my vest. I pulled she skirt further up my thighs and watched
her eyes light up at the sight of my panty hose and underwear. I only liked
to wear black lacey sets now. I pulled them down to my ankles and stepped
out of my shoes, tugging them away as I did. When I straddled her lap her
hands grasped my ass immediately.

"I'd hate to have to come here everyday to get you to leave." I unbuttoned
my shirt and she unhooked the bra, her lips diving for my breasts. "I'd
hate to make a habit of this," I whispered.

Her mouth sucked hard at my nipples. My hips began to grind into her, the
material of her trousers rubbed against my flesh. I knew that I was
smearing her clothes with my wetness but I needed to get off. "Sounds like
you're gonna punish me baby."

"Damn right I'm gonna punish you," I muttered as I grabbed her hand and
roughly shoved it between my thighs, her fingers got to work quickly. Lips
were deftly parted, one finger searching and sliding followed by two
probing digits.

Then my hips were pumping her digits as if we hadn't fucked in years. "This
doesn't feel like much of a punishment," she grunted into my neck. Her
mouth sucked hard enough to leave a mark as my chest pressed against
hers. I kissed and licked her face, touching her everywhere, tugging at the
v of her button-up shirt to kiss any skin that I could reach.

The taste of her, the scent of her, the scent of me, the feel of her
fingers curving and spreading inside of me; it all had me unraveling on her
lap. Her voice urged me on gently, her palm stretched over my back keeping
me from falling into her desk.

I still clenched around her fingers as she moaned against my lips. "Hot,
milk chocolate, that's what your skin looks like...tastes like."  An Eskimo
kiss turned into a wet contest of who could get their tongue deeper.  She
pushed her hips into me telling me exactly what she needed.

"You ready to cum Reesa?" An earnest nod was her response. Her fingers
gently ran through my tingling folds. I trembled, grabbing her hand to kiss
her fingers. They smelled of me. I sucked one into my mouth and let it go
with a plopping sound.

Terry's face was a mask of need.

"You need me to get you off?" I rubbed her cheek soothingly.

"Bad baby...so bad..."

"Okay, I will." Her eyes widened in excitement as she stood up, nearly
dropping me in a rush to get at her belt buckle. "At home." Her hands
stopped. She looked heart broken. "Let's get you home and fed. I'm sure Roc
misses you."

"Are you serious?" I had my shirt buttoned and shrugged on the navy blue
vest and matching jacket.  Terry still stood with her arms hanging loosely
at her sides. After I tugged down my skirt I looked up to meet pouting
lips. Her arms were crossed and her brows drawn. All she had to do was
stomp her feet on the ground to finish off the look of an angry toddler.

I laughed and tugged at her arms until she hugged me. "This is called being
punished."

"I kinda got that." I leaned a shoulder against her doorframe as she
organized her work area and the huge drafting desk in one corner of her
office. As we walked hand in hand through the reception area I pointed at
the paintings.

"I think that these are yours." She just smiled mysteriously at me. "Fine,
don't tell me."

"Okay."

"Brat." Her laughter was full and husky. She walked over to check the
double story gate that separated the storage yard from the parking lot.

"That's the least you deserve after leaving me in this state." I looked
innocently at her as I leaned against my car. The evening sun cast her face
in shadows as she leaned close to me. "I don't know if I should stay late
just to fuck you like that again or get my ass home in time so I can avoid
you blue ballin' me."

"You don't have balls," I pointed out.

"Well, blue clitting me then." I grabbed her hand and kissed it. Her
expression softened.

"I don't like you working late." She raised an eyebrow, about to defend
herself but I shook my head. "I know sometimes you have too, but that
doesn't mean that I have to like it." She stepped closer with the intent of
kissing me, I pressed the button that disarmed my car and pushed her away.

She growled and stepped back.

"I need to grab a change of clothes from home. I'll see you soon." With a
pat to her stomach I opened the door.

"Joanna Larnet, you are gonna be the death of me."