I don’t know why I did what I did next. Hugging him back I tilted my head up until our lips were nearly touching. “’Bye” I whispered, then kis...ed him, full on the lips. His reaction was exactly what I hoped for. Opening his mouth, he kissed me back, his tongue mingling with mine as we frenched each other. My arms came up behind his back as he dropped his hands to my butt, drawing me in closer. As I felt my nipples grow erect, I could also feel the rush of blood to his groin as his penis. “Drop the gun or I’ll drop you! You’re under arrest.”The man shifted his pistol slightly, trying to hit the diminished target. Em couldn’t afford to waste time with useless warnings. A second’s delay might endanger civilians—like her niece. However, as her finger shifted to the trigger she considered how important the lone assailant was.The interrogation of Mathews went nowhere. The man knew enough to keep his mouth shut and insist on his lawyer, who miraculously appeared soon after—as if. Potholes made by enemy mortars made our welcome extremely bumpy and for a few seconds I wondered if the plane was going to flip, ground loop, or veer off into the trees. Our pilots got it under control and taxied us to a corner where we were rushed off and hurried inside a large hanger.Our welcome committee looked like drop outs from an old fifties biker gang. They had long hair, large tattoos and facial hair well in excess of regulation and looked like they’d shoot anyone who challenged them. We share the can opener. (She picked it up, and a can, opened it, handing me a piece of strawberry from inside putting it up to my mouth)Michael: (my first impulse to this change of blocking was to eat it right off the end of the can-opener, so I did) Why didn't you just share it without all of this crap?Amy: I would have, if you had asked me instead of ordering me.Michael: (as we walk to the log, she feeds me another one, what an instinct she has) OK, in the future I'll ask. I'll do my best to.