I looked up to see Tavon's pale face. There was fear in his eyes as his hands dropped from my face to his sides in resignation.

With the glaring fear in his eyes, you'd have thought he'd seen the Grim Reaper; the whip in her hands was the scythe, and she had come for his soul.

With his genitals still hanging out of his unbuckled pants, he turned to the woman who was still standing in the doorway. From her firm stance, I could tell there was a thundering expression on her face.

"Jessica, I..." he stuttered, trying to explain. He struggled to form his words when the woman he...