In the near black of the Shanghai night, it would have been visible from hundreds of yards away. Fortunately, the flashlight-like device had a long sh...oud, so all I had to worry about was the direct line of sight from the spot that was being welded. It wasn't heavy, so I held it with one hand, held the bomb – excuse me, 'explosive device' – with the other, and used my body to shield the light. Simple, right? Yeah... you try holding something with one hand motionless, another thing in just the. Sand on skin. Alex, arched with her belly high, hands and feet on the beach sand. Me, standing over her, crouching to lick the salt off her sweaty abdomen, just above her bikini bottom, pouring tequila into a pool in her belly button, sucking it from her skin, throwing my head back and feeling the fire burn down my throat to whoops and shouts from the crowd, followed by more fire direct from her tongue as she found my lips with hers and fed me tequila, mouth-to-mouth in a wet, burning. She was nearly six feet tall in her bare feet. Her skin was marble smooth and so dark that when she glowed with the perspiration of her demanding training regime she shone and glistened.Ken watched Taneisha complete her warm-up routine and start to take off her tracksuit bottoms. He never failed to be awestruck by the firm, round, muscled power of her buttocks. Taneisha’s buttocks had the grace, energy and arrogant haughtiness of a thorough-bred race horse; strutting in the knowledge that all. ”“You and Jocelyn are intimate again?” Doctor Hart asked with an arched eyebrow.“It’s complicated,” I sighed.“No kidding! I thought we spoke about this. And that you talked to Jocelyn’s psychologist about this.”“We did and I did.”“And after telling her you weren’t interested in a long-term romantic relationship, you went to bed with her?”“This is going to sound totally wrong, but yes, because she asked me to.”Doctor Hart shook his head, “I don’t think that was wise, and I think Melody may be on.