Back in school, she occasionally took her boyfriend and "darling boyfriend" to drag race, but most of the time she stayed on campus.
It's the same now.
She hardly went out these past few days.
Julian Fairchild would have Miles Hughes bring breakfast, sometimes he'd bring it himself, and then sit down to have breakfast with her.
Often while eating, Julian Fairchild would pull her over to sit on his lap and feed her, bite by bite.
Every time Maeve Lane took a bite, satisfaction would grow in Julian Fairchild's eyes.
Once Maeve Lane finished eating, Julian Fairchild would ask her to feed him.
The air conditioning indoors kept the cold air outside at bay.
The man held the woman close, his large hand around her slender waist.
Maeve Lane picked up a piece of bread and held it to his mouth, "Do you want this?"
The man didn't answer, he just bit into the bread she offered, eating it gracefully from her hand.
Maeve Lane felt a bit helpless, "My hand is getting tired."
