Releasing a breath, Sparkle dropped into a chair by the table that matched the one in Josh’s room, wishing she was still with him instead of here. If Albert hadn’t called, she’d be lost inside him as deep as she could go right now, absorbing more of those sweet little moans as she took him to heaven and back. She swallowed a groan at the thought and focused on the matter at hand. How the hell long was this going to take, anyway? No yelling from the bathroom. That had to be a good sign. Unless Derrick was still working up the guts to dial. While she waited she texted Albert. 'On it at the moment.'
Sighing, Sparkle leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Would be fascinating to see what came of this. Derrick had faced the attacking line of Rebels fighters that afternoon with barely a rise
