He nodded unable to take his eyes away from her huge, gorgeous breasts which rose almost completely bared from her spaghetti-strapped top. He wondered...if they were the source of her name. The frilly garment she wore constantly threatened to fall from her lush body and barely reached her heavy thighs.“Disrobe,” she said calmly. “Put your clothes over there, on that chair.”He blinked at her. “Beg your pardon?’“Strip,” she said, “including the shoes and socks.” She leaned against the wall, pulled. The merest sudden movement or unguarded footfall could bolt that fish in an instance. It could never have grown to that size without the facilities of extreme caution! There was another little plop and a ring of ripples on the surface. The fish was still rising! The question was what was it rising to? Daniel knew that trout could become very fixated on a single available source of food and it was no earthly use on occasion to present them with an alternative. Part of the art of fly-fishing. None of the abUsers she'd killed over the years had reached the level of human being, she felt."I have no intention of hurting you, either," she continued. "But you must admit, this is a strange thing: to meet with someone who has so many subjects. A dangerous man. I will state that I know that you have probably altered yourself to make you nearly superhuman. I have as well, plus I won't hesitate to use this." The shotgun wiggled slightly in her hands. It was a blatant lie that she had altered. Almost every room in Janet's house was baptized. They did it on the sofa, on the stairs, in the foyer, everywhere but in the bedroom. Janet restricted the bedroom to her relationship with Wayne, wanting to keep someplace for the two of them. Chris wasn't complaining; anywhere was fine by him.There was no pretext of shyness anymore; all it would take is a look or a word and two of them would be locked in an embrace that always led to oral pleasure. Chris didn't know how much of her juice he had.