So I diverted to see him. It was a spur of the moment thing.”“So how was he?”“Bearing up stoically, I think is the best description. Still ver... unhappy and depressed. I’m glad I went: it seemed to cheer him up.”“But what’s up with you and Peter? You’re angry with him, I can see that.”“Ellen, you won’t believe this. John said he’d written to me some years ago. He was very ill at the time with cancer and wanted to make his peace with people he thought he’d hurt or treated badly. I never got the. “I’d like that,” I said seriously. “Very much.”She went over to the door, slid the bolt, and turned the sign to “Closed”.“It’s nearly lunchtime anyway,” she said. “This way.”I followed her through a rustling bead curtain into the back of the shop. The room combined the functions of storeroom and lounge, with lots of boxes piled around the walls, but there was a comfy sofa and a table in the middle.“Sit here, Miss,” she said, indicating the sofa.“Thanks, but please, you must stop calling me. "She was raped orally, anally and vaginally. Semen indicated two rapists. They got enough for DNA samples, so when we catch the SOBs..." What about the other stuff?" The rope, you can buy at any hardware store. All blood stains were from the victim. The clothes didn't lead anywhere either. The arrows are standard hunting arrows, aluminum shaft with quad points. The points are worn from use and have been sharpened with a file on several occasions which means they weren't purchased recently. You. She jumped slightly when Tim's hand closed gently over her arm."You don't have to do this, you know," he said softly.With that, her nervousness vanished as if it had never been. Slowly Jenn turned, her body brushing against Tim's as she reached up and kissed him. Her lips softly explored his. His arms closed around her, holding her firmly. "I want to," she breathed. His arms tightened around her, pulling her against him, kissing her with growing passion. She could feel his growing hardness.