His hair was black, streaked with only a hint of silver, just hinting at an older age than his other features gave away. It was hard to put an age on ...im, but I guessed he was late thirties- to early forties. "Hello," he said in a silky voice, "You must be Charlotte." Urm, yes, you must be Mr Knight," I stuttered, feeling slightly overpowered by this man's charming prescence. "Please, call me Christian" he smiled, shaking my hand. He ordered a black coffee when the waitress came over, and then. ”Greg finally chuckled, “I guess for someone who can break a tire-iron, it’s not THAT tough!”“No, but self-defense techniques, weren’t the only thing Bob and I learned from him. His attitudes on the things he had to deal with are how we’ve been able to deal with everything that’s happened.”“What do you mean?”“Willie told me, that the only reason HE could sleep at night, was that in his mind, he classified people that wanted to kill him or his buddies as ‘non-human’ entities, that needed to be. She turned and looked at me.?It excites you,? I said, looking into her eyes.She looked down quickly. ?I want to drive my car over there, follow you.??Of course.? I got the key and let her go. But I took the normal police pair and locked both cuffs over one wrist. I did it slowly and gently, looking searchingly to see if she offered any protest. She did not. We drove over to my place and she parked in the driveway as I put my car into the garage. She met me at the front door as I had told. Dana smoothly rolled his shoulders, letting the bra straps drift down her arms. This time it was Jeff who broke from the kissing. His hands ran across her chest, cupping her breasts. He leaned down and hungrily took in her left breasts. His teeth and tongue teased the nipple before he travelled around and under her breast. By the time he was at her right nipple, Dana resumed dry humping. His hands moved up and down her sides, relishing in the curve of her body. He let his fingers move along.