The pulse had crippled infrastructure, wiping out so many of the things people took for granted. Computers, cell phones, television, the internet, alm...st anything electronic was rendered useless.The resulting panic and chaos brought the nation to its knees. Almost overnight the world had changed to a much more dangerous place.Max herself was different; she was born and raised in a facility called Manticore, a government run agency meant to create a better solder, a super solder. Genetically. Now it was my move so I placed my hands on his legs and slowly slid them up towards his groin. The bulge in his pants was clearly visible and I found myself licking my lips as I stared at his package. Another frozen margarita, my fourth? My hand now caressing the erection that formed a tent in his slacks. His hand now inconspicuously cupping my breast, thumb rubbing and pressing on a hard nipple. His lips close to my neck, gentle kisses sending chills down my spine. He whispers in my ear we. "Oh yes I will," he replied. "I could only get a late flight home." Fine," Hannah said. "Don't make any plans," she added with a mysterious smile.They ended up at the National Gallery. George showed her Hans Holbein's divine portrait of Princess Christina - daughter of the last Catholic King of Denmark and Norway and painted at the instigation of Henry VIII. Henry had been smitten, but Christina was not. "She is reported to have said 'If I had two heads, one should be at the King of England's. "I never got your name." I looked towards the dusted floors as I felt his breathing on the back of my neck and his hand moved along mine opening the door. As he did so I slowly moved my body in with his body following behind me as his arms never budged from my body.We moved slowly towards the bed as we reached the side of the bed he turned me around and softly pressed his lips against mine. I moved my hands around his underneath his jacket pulling our bodies closer together. I felt his hands.