end of her father's funeral was particularly cruel, even if it was to someone she considered despicable. The way Christopher carried himself,

the case over in his head and thought it might make sense. Then he put that thoug

s much as the information didn't even enter her consciousness, she managed to repeat exactly what had just been said. This has bee

e today, huh? he asked her

age. I'm finished, if you don't mind, after you use those

at you slept having sex, as has happened,

, relationships were like contracts. Both parties managed to have their interests served while serving the other's. At that moment, what she offered and received, in her opinion, was in perfect measure. They were sitting

any of the spheres of possibility, but of what was poss

u were either born rich or you were lucky to get something from someone rich. Oth

that he didn't like it, but he found pleasure so complicated. First, because it was an exchange. There was no point in receiving and not providing, and that already required effort and time, which she didn't feel like demanding. Second, even so, there

re serious relationship to be signed, after all, with so much commitment and energy at stake, an absence of formalization would, in the end, be least, unfai

on their first date. Then the memory was of that day, the moment when he'd seemed ready to throw her against the wall that preceded the

instinctively

sitioned in that region, felt

pulled her down, leaving her upright, with her legs off the bed,

ly imagined that Christopher was there, conquering what he made it clear he want

strength and speed, controlling every

bit his neck as she began to jerk him off for a brief moment, almost like a small appetizer, and threw him on the bed. . He li

asn't Malcom

your mouth! You don't

move. Completely freaked out and on the verge of orgasm, she just clim

f on the bed and practicall

had sex with, but fully satisfied, just dressed a