It was also sometimes a nervous twitch. I just loved looking at his beautiful face. His beautiful mystic green eyes, his blond messy hair (but still c...ean, just not combed), his smooth face, just with a little hair growing on the chin, and his pink thin lips that I just wanted to keep interlocking with. I don’t know why he was so attractive to me. He was also looking at me too smiling as I moved my eyes from his head to his body features. He noticed I was just gazing at him not listening to his. But it was a start, something we'd both now come to accept as something we wanted to explore, even if in the end, it proved to be too insurmountable an obstacle for either one of us to overcome. At the moment however, none of that mattered. Only her sweet succulent lips as she lay down, so wantonly, almost obscenely spreading herself as I stood there looking down at her."I love feeling like this when I'm with you," she told me. "I don't know how to explain it or describe it Robbie. Maybe it's. There in a row was a stocking for each of us, filled with small items andcandy. She stared at them with tears still reflecting in her beautifuleyes, "They have each of our names on them..."I grinned nervously, "All family's have Christmas stockings...Santa saysso." Is that what we are?" she spoke as she wiped away another tear with herfinger, "Are we a family?"I gave her a smile and walked past her into the kitchen, pulling down acoffee cup and sat it on the counter. "Are you a coffee. "Wait here," he ordered. In less than five minutes the man returned. "Mr. Delgato is busy. He says to come back another time and maybe he'll talk to you."Rollie sighed and shook his head. He tried to walk around the guard and go through the door, but the man put his big hand on Rollie's shoulder to stop him. Rollie, using the training he'd gotten from the St. Louis Police Department and his friend Tully, grabbed the hand and twisted it inward.As he twisted with his right hand, his left pushed.