After much deliberation, Moreau soon decided to make a decision-choosing a few boards of contraceptive pills in anticipation. Perhaps there was no need to overbuy. She was sure Abihirt would use a safety device like her first lesson last night.
It would have been better that way, instead of Moreau having to pester the body with something that should have been too early, though that was the way to control their relationship. Men are always the ones with the most to gain. Moreau regretted even helplessly thinking about her anxiety. Feeling done, she returned the smile of the woman who had just handed over the change, then stepped outside the pharmacy. Abihirt was waiting in the parking lot exactly as Moreau had requested. She didn't want the man to get involved and it just so happened that her stepfather didn't respond excessively. Maybe a little objectionable, although now Moreau found Abihirt seriously lMoreau was a little surprised to find that Abihirt did not hesitate to take off his denim blue coat after transferring the cell phone to his pants pocket just to wrap the weakly tolerated body. The man immediately towered over her, giving Moreau a bit of a warning so that she confusedly went back to forgetting something similar. "Get in the car." It was a kind of order, but Moreau obeyed instinctively. She was just about to buckle up, when suddenly Abihirt bent down so close that he almost put the helpless-looking dog into she lap. "But, Abi. I'm scared...." Moreau didn't know if she would still refuse or if she should fight her doubts for the sake of one good. Abihirt would drive, though it did seem the man was substituting another way. "He won't bite you." It was only with that statement, though, that Moreau was finally willing to let in a small dodog-she didn't know much about their breeds, didn't try to find out, other than to carefully stroke the fur that felt so soft.
"Thanks for the ride, Juan Baker. It's good to have you as a driver again." Moreau smiled in satisfaction when Juan's lips clucked lazily. The man glared sarcastically, but obviously not in earnest. It was a joke that was meant to be serious and now Moreau was preparing to get out of the car. First, her shod feet slid onto the step of the lawn in front of the house. Juan wouldn't have been interested in being invited in after he knew Barbara was always the first to arrive, despite having some business to attend to at the office. Perhaps a little fed up with the woman's restrictions, which involved the two of them stealing time to enjoy the fresh air after a long training crisis. "I'll go in first." Moreau glanced at Juan with a coquettish wink. Making sure she was now fully standing and staring at the man's face through the car window. "Don't forget to let me know when you arrive and put your ass on the bed," she added to which Juan raised one exasperated hand while rolling his
The bathrobe had just been wrapped around her body, but suddenly Moreau had to face the sound of a knock on the door of the room that vaguely seemed to be in a hurry. She raised one high eyebrow wondering who was there and miraculously became suspicious of one person. Abihirt. Moreau snorted rudely just imagining what the man wanted. She would strongly object if he asked them to do something here, in this room when Barbara was even home. With a loud stomp of her foot she had no choice but to step towards the door. The remnants of the knocking sound were still trying to be urgent. It gave Moreau a slight sense of annoyance to simply curse Abihirt in her head. She immediately touched the doorframe, completely forgetting the drops of water in her wet hair that occasionally fell on the floor, and hoping to have a very good talk with the man now. "If you ask me to serve you tonight, I won't!"
The end of the sentence in Moreau's throat was immediately held back. Her breath caught as the man without warning dragged their bodies into the room. The door was locked and Abihirt still towered over her, so close. The expression on that handsome face was unreadable, like he was gathering something... then, in the end, Abihirt traced Moreau's entire appearance. It was almost without pause simply studying every detail of the shape of her bare feet. Slowly, the gray eyes rose to scrutinize a body in a bathrobe, then stopped at the mesmerizing pink and ripe lips. Moreau swallowed harshly after desperately restraining herself. There was no telling what Abihirt was thinking, but if the man came looking for Chicao, she needed to tell her stepfather that she never intended to take the dog. Barbara had left it and how Abihirt would reach here after the woman probably delivered the message. "What do you want to do, Abi?" Moreau's anticipation rose as the sweep of her stepfather's hand i
"Fuck me!" Moreau spoke almost in a pleading tone. She had to wait in suspense as the sound of the buckle on the man's pants seemed to be removed. Something solid was tentatively allowed to hit between the damp slit that felt completely wet. This would be done in a moment. Moreau closed her eyes slowly feeling Abihirt begin to enter her body. The full thrust immediately hit her when the man's body slammed into her with a faint hissing mouth. Moreau thinned her lips feeling Abihirt's every pounding as if he wanted to immobilize her bending legs. She wondered, was this how the man had sex with Barbara? Was Abihirt a maniac, or perhaps her mother had always been on the exclusion list. The age difference was the absolute bottom line. Abihirt needed a young girl to balance his mad passion, but if it was like this... would Moreau be able to take the man's various st
Abihirt approached and indirectly gave Moreau a feeling of tension. She held the air in her chest cavity feeling her stepfather's breath so close. The gray spotlight was glued to the level neck, including the reddish marks of a few days ago that had disappeared. Moreau did not find the slightest clue as to what Abihirt was up to. The man's face slowly almost touched her shoulder line, but they were suddenly startled by Barbara's voice from the direction of the door. "Moreau, did Abi come to your room?" It took a moment to respond to the woman's question, Moreau blinked and immediately looked at her stepfather worriedly. "Hurry up and hide." She wanted to push Abihirt's body away, but the pure reaction of her hands moving simply tied the bathrobe. It felt important to come face to face with Barbara immediately.
Her husband's tall form was sitting at the bar table enjoying a can of soda. Barbara had expected it, and immediately approached Abihirt who turned around with a calm expression on his face. Hardly anything could be revealed as she positioned herself to sit so close while watching the man take another sip of his soda with his face upturned. "What are you doing here, Darling?" At first, Barbara's fingertips traveled slowly to touch the back of Abihirt's hand that was stretched out before her. Her husband's warmth felt so tantalizing. She smiled and kept watching the man's throat moving up and down. In truth, the man she had married was too perfect to be betrayed, but Barbara could not resist the romantic gesture that Abihirt truly lacked. She wanted him to, just once, say those sweet words like Samuel often did. They were different and could barely be compared territorially.
The corners of Barbara's lips curled slightly as she watched her husband's shoulders move away. The man was just combing over to the dog kennel that she knew... had just been bought back from the veterinary clinic. Abihirt was seen half kneeling while slowly rubbing the top of Chicao's head. The man left after finishing his business with the recovering dog. Barbara smiled broadly as Abihirt approached her. Together, they crossed the steps and walked into the room. There was nothing left to do, nothing more to do. She flopped onto the bed as Abihirt searched through the wardrobe. The man seemed to be looking for sleeping pajamas, and suddenly Barbara remembered something. She squinted. Taking a breath, she said, "Earlier, when I was choosing the clothes I needed to take to Paris, the clothes I had neatly folded looked very messy. Do you remember what I always told you, Abi? Be careful when you pick up y
"You have to be careful." Don't know why, but that's what Moreau said. She looked longingly at Abihirt's face. The first brief reaction was a faint nod. There was nothing else to do when she only needed to observe her stepfather's body was out of sight. Abihirt dived. Moreau did not expect that she would be waiting for quite some time. That was surprising. There was no clue about her stepfather from the start. Abihirt's method was definitely not like Froy's who often popped into the air, though this made Moreau feel very scared as she further examined the calm surface after a few puddle runs. Abihirt was completely unpredictable about appearing, and then... at times she would daydream—the sound of splashing water immediately drawing her attention closer. Moreau straightened her shoulders. Unfortunately, she would not immediately find Abihirt turning his head towards her. The man presumably just wanted to scoop up some oxygen and dive back into the water.
Moreau's body suddenly stiffened at the sight of the water splashing, while Abihirt had gotten closer to Froy. The man offered help to his nephew and there was some relief that they were slowly swimming to the shore. She and Gabriel instinctively ran to the lip of the lake. It wasn't Froy Moreau was thinking about. Only her stepfather. Let Gabriel take the remaining action by welcoming the man—who seemed to be panting—to be laid down on the grass with a groan. The cramping was painful. The feeling could be imagined so clearly in her mind. Moreau winced, but also looked over to find that Abihirt had climbed to the ground. Now the man towered over her soaking wet. Staring at his nephew half annoyed, though saying nothing but letting Froy calm down a bit more. Slowly... at least it had subsided. There was still no conversation. However, Gabriel again offered to help when Froy tried to get up from his seat and looked up hesitantly. "I can't find the necklace."
Moreau continued to watch her stepfather. The unpredictable handsome man was now at least trying not to be incensed at any form of resistance from Froy. "You know that throwing something small into the lake will make it difficult for you to find, so why do you keep doing it? You keep throwing Moreau's necklace for no reason." Abihirt's question was simple enough, but it more than made Froy almost faint. The man's eyes moved restlessly. It took a few moments of pause to actually find an answer. "I was out of line, Uncle. I was angry at the attitude you gave Lewi and the way you gave the necklace to Moreau instead!" That was like a huge protest. Froy's voice boomed loudly. The man was lucky, because it seemed like Abihirt had paid with money to make people leave the park, which Moreau only realized when she looked around. Not a surprise. She should be used to it. "What's wrong with that? Didn't I replace Lewi's necklace with a new one?" Abihirt's statement this time made Fro
Moreau thought that Gabriel's involvement in the trip to Sierre De Guadarrama National Park was something that made it an unfair prospect. However, it turned out that she was wrong to include such a notion, as Abihirt's wishes were more understandable when asking her to move to Gabriel's car, while the man walked into the building—quite a flashy place there. Moreau had been to this place before; it was where Froy got married and she ended up asking for permission to leave early. It was a little odd to think that Abihirt had actually come to the man's nephew for some sort of accountability. Now she found her stepfather forcing Froy to walk. Although it seemed forced, Froy would have no choice. The man's body had disappeared in the car. Only a tendrils of shadow remained, then she also had to watch Abihirt's body get into the driver's seat. The car engine started and that's when Gabriel understood to bring them up behind. "Abi wants to ask his nephew to dive
Moreau shook her head for a while. In the end, she decided to lift her face. She was almost surprised—of course, because this was not what she wanted to find; the smallest hint of disappointment on her stepfather's handsome face, no matter how much Abihirt tried to keep every detail of the reaction between them brief. The necklace left to her was indeed a lasting memory and Moreau was sure it was very-very precious. "I apologize." She still could not take it for granted that Abihirt did not want to prosecute anything at the moment. There was an impact where her heart felt like it was being crushed. Staring at the man made her eyes sting and heat up. To the time that kept crawling forward... would soon be accompanied by seepage of water and Moreau would not be able to hold back. Perhaps Abihirt understood how worry controlled the fear in her mind, so the man hugged instead of saying angry. Hugging after letting her tremble as if this was an unexpected outburst of trouble. "N
There was only one step left, so Moreau should have been able to finish this sooner. She swallowed harshly. A moment of staring at the doorknob with great fear before finally being overwhelmed by the determined action of pressing and pushing inside. Perhaps she did so in such a hurry, that the sound that broke the surface immediately attracted someone there. Who would have thought that Abihirt would be towering in front of the translucent glass, while the man's gray eyes were assaulted by the view from outside. There was something Moreau couldn't quite put her finger on. She felt—then—Abihirt was daydreaming, because after all... detecting the man's response; little could be expressed in the odd way that Abihirt acted oddly upon realizing her presence. There were no words. No sentence was even close to being uttered. Silence. And yet, in those moments of near—closeness, Moreau felt how her heart rumbled loudly. Like it didn't want to stop. It was still hammering and sh
"Why don't you come with me, Juan? I'm afraid to go in alone." Everything was supposed to be fine—no; actually—a little fine, until Juan's shocking confession almost made the whole stability of Moreau's mind and how she had desperately fought for, now suddenly fall apart. Juan's decision seemed so absolute, though Moreau still hoped the man would suddenly change his mind and then they could settle this whole matter quickly. Unfortunately, the faint shaking response was something so real. It had such an impact that Moreau almost forgot how to breathe properly. She turned her face out the window, glancing around the place. Not ready to go down yet. Almost desperate at the thought of being so close to Abihirt. What was the man currently doing in there? Busy with some important business? "Just accompany me for a moment." Once again Moreau tried to persuade. This time really craving how Juan would agree. She looked up at the man, but was always met with the
Technically, the necklace was hers. Yet, no matter how cynical Moreau's voice had become, Froy still showed no intention of correcting his wrongdoing. Instead, he chuckled, as if there was no need for corrective behavior for an intentional mistake. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" Now that one question almost made Moreau thin her lips faintly. She simply restrained herself, then made sure the tips of her fingernails dug deep into the surface of Froy's arm like she often did to Abihirt, though this was clearly a different concept; not pure insistence; she wanted Froy to agree immediately or at least until the man jumped into the water. "It doesn't matter who I am. Make sure you return the necklace to my hands. I don't care which way you do it either, but one thing's for sure... I won't hesitate to tell Abi everything you've done." It wasn't just a threat. Froy should have understood. Alas, the man did not care. "You're his favorite gir
"Juan, we should go home," Moreau said, really not wanting to look at Froy's annoying face. She pulled the ends of the cloth over Juan's body. The man understood easily. They should walk, in any direction, to leave this place as soon as possible. However, only one step was taken. The next, a touch on Moreau's hand was tight. "I'm not done yet." The man hissed almost too close. How insolent, as if Froy had deliberately left the pain until Moreau winced faintly. "I have nothing to talk to you about. Let go!" A slight rebellion from Moreau. Struggling hard to brush off Froy's pathetic behavior, but it was useless. Even the actions of Lewi and Juan left no good prospects. Froy would really go crazy, if it continued like this. "I don't know what you're trying to talk about, but this necklace was given to me at your uncle's wish and also with my mother's consent. My mother herself isn't angry, so why are you bothering with a matter that you obviously don't k