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a round out to the fella’s. We’ve got an ambulance coming. Self-defense, no worries. We’ve got dozens of witnesses and cameras too.”
    “Appreciate it,” Erik said as he shook his hand.
    As we walked toward the door, I held Erik’s left arm tight.
    And as we walked, I realized.
    That my pussy was soaked.
    We got to the door, and Erik stepped beside it.
    “ Now , do you understand why you walk on my left?” he asked.
    I shrugged.
    “My right side is my strong side. My dominant side. I have an unorthodox fighting style. I use my left side to protect you. To keep you from harm,” he said as he looked into my eyes.
    “ Uhhmm, yeah. Yes sir. You moved me behind you with your left arm,” I remembered.
    “Correct. And I made sure you stayed there,” he reminded me.
    I nodded.
    “It may not seem like it, Kelli, but for the most part, everything I do has a reason. You may not understand now, but it does, okay? You will always be on my left. Always. Never anywhere else. There’s not one place on this earth, outside of your home, that you will ever be anywhere but on my left, is that understood? It’s for your protection,” he nodded and opened his eyes wide as he spoke.
    I nodded and smiled.
    He bent over and grabbed my face in his hands.
    As he kissed me, I wiggled.
    My thighs touched. As they did, I felt my wetness on the inside of them.
    Erik fucking Ead.  
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    TEDDY. Being with a girl that makes you feel good inside is better than damn near anything. Having someone in your life you look forward to seeing can sure make the time stand still whenever they’re gone. When you finally get to see ‘em again, the clock spins like mad. That’s what life’s all about; findin’ that one that makes the clock spin like crazy. The way you know when a person is the person , that one that is special, well…it’s when she fucks up your sense of time. Heather fucked up mine. And I liked it.
    “Hey babe, you like your eggs wet or dry?” I screamed from the kitchen.
    “What does that even mean?” Heather said from the bedroom.
    “Wet or dry. You know the difference between wet and dry don’t ya?”
    “Well, not when it comes to eggs. I’ve never been asked that before,” she laughed.
    “Well, I’m scramblin’ these fuckers. And you can cook ‘em till they’re all dry, and that’s dry . The other option is you can stop ‘em short, and they kinda glisten, but they’re cooked up good - just kinda shiny, and that’s wet . Either way, you better hurry decidin’ ‘cause they’re gonna be dry in about a minute no matter what your answer is,” I hollered at her.
    “Wet,” she screamed back.
    “Hell yeah. That’s the right answer. Dry eggs are hard for me to swallow,” I laughed.
    “The three of ya need to get outta bed, babe. Come in here, it’s ready to eat,” I said as I took the skillet from the stove.
    “The three of us?” she screamed from the bedroom.
    “Yeah. You and those two twins of yours,” I chuckled as I yanked the toast out of the toaster.
    She walked out of the bedroom into the hallway and stood there in the sunshine. The bedroom windows faced east, so the sun came in through the bedroom windows in the morning. That’s the main reason I picked that room for my bedroom. The sun always wakes me up – making sure I never oversleep.
    She stood there in my sweat pants and one of my shirts. I stared at her as I got our plates ready for breakfast. I carried the food to the table and made our places on the table side by side.
    “C’mon. It’s ready to eat,” I said as I set the plates down.
    “Thanks for making breakfast Teddy,” she said as she sat down.
    “Well hell. We had to eat. You sure weren’t getting up to cook, so I did.”
    “Well, thank you,” she laughed.
    “Eggs, toast, coffee, juice, and bacon. Dig in,” I told her as I grabbed a piece of bacon off my plate.
    “So, you think anything will come of that fight last