" I add as I realize I am very tired, all the stress of this morning and then Gwen's emotional plight. I stagger over to the table."Nosis!" Nimrod swe...ps me in to his arms. "What's the matter?" Tired." I mummer up to him and give him a weak grin. "been working like a mad woman the last couple of weeks." And you," He plants a kiss on the top of my head. "No doubt, worked extra hard getting Gwen to calm down." Yes." comes my weak reply."You're going to take a nap." Saul instructs. "I remember how. She allows herself a tiny murmur of pleasure, stretching her body out beneath the warming sun and fixes her eyes on a point just to the side of her beautiful couple... starring beyond them but taking in their every movement.They're no longer young but not yet old. Perhaps there is a fleck or two of grey in his hair or maybe his hairline sat a little further down his forehead five years previous. Certainly, he plays sports; Sunday football, a little squash or some tennis in the summer, but the. He looked sheepish with his bike shorts by his ankles and left so vulnerable but she smiled and he kissed her again. He reached behind her and with a quick flick he had unsnapped the clasp on her bra and pulled the tie that held the bra up at her neck. As he did so, the ties came loose and the bra fell to the ground. He leaned down and took one stiff nipple into his mouth; flicking it with his tongue and kneading the soft flesh of her other breast in his large hand. He trailed the fingers of. Searing pain filled his body as the wounds began to burn, the skin sizzling. If Peter wasn't furious enough before he sure was now. His nose and eyes searched for the person that fired silver bullets at him.His prey was holding still so as not to catch his attention, but that would only save him for so long. Time was of the essence for Peter. Silver was the preferred weapons of those that attacked them, because they made it difficult to hold the change. It was simply a matter of time until he.