" Look at those nipples, Mom. I just want to bite one." Well, you can't," I said." They're taken."I'd printed out several pictures of her, mostly in b...kinis but a couple that I took of her in shorts and pullover. Then I showed them pictures that someone in town had taken of the two of us together. The last picture was a close-up of her which showed that beautiful smile, but even more outstanding, her eyes. Those beautiful eyes that made me love her more every time I saw her."Those are the eyes. "So what do you have planned?" he asked, moving to the living room and tossing his coat on the couch. Dave plopped himself down and took another drink of wine, the tang of the alcohol giving way to a growing warmth inside him.Sharon straddled his legs and knelt on the couch, her knees beside his thighs, her hands caressing his face. He kissed the palm of her hand as it slid by, a warm and caring expression on her face as she did. Leaning over, she lightly kissed him then exhaled, resting her. "Hey, you taking over here? You think you're my wife or something?"She turned toward him, a serious look on her face. "As much as I can be, yes." She turned back to the stove.That rocked him a little. In order to gain some time to think, he asked, "What're you cooking?"She pointed at a cookbook open on the counter. "I used to cook at home. Mom didn't like to cook. I don't know a lot of fancy stuff, mostly what you can make cheap: stews, chili, stuff like that."Mike looked at the book. It was a. Sam had been delayed that morning by a flat battery in the van. With one thing and another, he was two hours behind, and getting more so now. Not getting an answer to his knock, he had brought the package through the church, which was hardly ever locked, and heard odd noises from the kitchen. Seeing Jed move round to the head of the woman, Sam saw a chance. Jed wouldn't give a damn, but then he saw who the woman was. Shocked, several thoughts rushed through his head, until he got to the one.