12)Rose lay freshly f****d and panting on the rumpled sheets.
Alex stroking her long smooth legs, asking her, “Aren't you supposed to be on parole?”
Drowsily through her panting, Rose mumbled, “I am on parole.”
“Aren't you supposed to have one of those ankle things?”
She looked down her body at him questioningly.
Alex specified, “You know, one of those GPS lo-jacks for people. The GPS leg band thingy they put on people on parole to keep track of them.”
She shrugged, flopped her head back and lazily covered her eyes with an arm, obviously trying to avoid the issue, as she mumbled unconcerned, “I took it off.”
Alex reminded her while massaging her feet, “You aren't supposed to do that.”
She grew angry grumbled under his arm, “Don't tell me what to do, normal.” He was already making
