My fingers reach down to run through your hair. I’m not pulling you towards me, I’m not holding you in place. My fingers are simply in your hair. ...ou slyly look up at me to meet my gaze. I can feel your hot breath on my skin. I feel the tip of your tongue licking my lips ever so softly, driving me even more crazy. Your hand continues to hold my thong over as the other rests right above that one, flattening on my stomach. You pause and give a deep growl before your tongue attacks my clit. I. Perhaps it was the three glasses of chardonnay and the two mojitos, or perhaps it was the fact that my husband had not touched me intimately in over three months, but I was very attracted to Tom at this moment. I did not want this evening to end. I did not want to be alone. “I think you still owe me a dance, remember?” He smiled and replied, “I do remember something about that.”I walked over to the TV and found a music channel. Tom cleared a small area of the room to make a small dance floor. They stop to look at the carnage. Facing the Captain the blond says, “I object to people who say they’re going to rape me. He lives because I accepted his apology. He needs to go to medical so they can seal his severed dick.”Looking at the trooper they can see the blood stained knife in his own hand. Realising he’d cut it off himself they stare at her in shock. Even the male civilians are staring at her in shock. In a few seconds she’d killed ten armed soldiers. While gulping hard the Captain. Matt and I jumped up in unison and without saying anything to each other —without even looking at each other—we went to work. It was just as well that we were busy. I threw myself into the work and Matt did too. Neither of us spoke. Occasionally I would look up, believing I’d felt his eyes on me, but he’d be working away, his head bent and his eyes downcast. I kept reminding myself that at least he’d shown up. And he couldn’t ignore me forever, not when I stood a few feet away. Yet my anger.