I began to touch her down along her legs until I got to her ass crack. Her breathing turned erratic, like gasping for air, grabbed my face, to burry...it between her thighs, and said: "No, please, no, don't go any farther! "You do like it" I said. "Enough, please, leave me alone!" But out of the sudden she began to say: "Oh, my God, I like it, I like it, oh God!!We began to kiss, literarily eating our mouths, my tongue revolving within her. She grabbed my face with so much lust! . She wasn't even thinking about sex or about anything erotic in nature. Her mind was on what she might do to amuse herself in her spare time while waiting for another contract. That meant she was awaiting her next opportunity to go hunt and kill someone, a notion which sometimes troubled her.I'm financially set for life so why do I still do this? Do I enjoy killing so much? Do I have a strong will to serve justice or some other ideal or am I just a bloodthirsty psychopath?As she unintentionally. .. It was signed with his initials and the friend's phone number.I'd never been to my brother's apartment before. Pete was almost 15 years older than me. (I was what they call an "Oooops" baby; my next- oldest sibling, my sister Maureen, is 12 years older than I am.) He and I hadn't been particularly close, since he was away at college by the time I was four, and he was seldom home on vacations. Sure, we'd stayed in touch with cards and at the occasional family get-togethers - usually funerals. She waited while he cooked his eggs. “Could I have a glass of water, too,” she asked. He got another glass, filled it from the tap, and put it at her place.“Would you get the toast?” he asked. He got a loaf of white bread and a wrapped quarter of margarine out of the ‘fridge. He unwrapped the margarine onto a saucer, and she put the bread in the spanking-new toaster.While he was putting his own plate down, the coffee signaled its readiness, He poured two cups and sat across from her.She took.