He was moving fast towards her. Jane froze, standing there like a deer seeing headlights.Before she knew it, he lifted her off the ground and his lips...were locked on hers. Her backpack fell to the ground as his tongue entered her inviting mouth. He was slopping and drooling into her. Her panties were already wet, and she felt his hard-bulging pants pressing against her body.Slowly placing her back on the ground, “It’s going to be an awesome day, bright and sunny, and there is less traffic in. “It’s about time you wore him down! Was starting to think you’d lost your touch.”She tilted her rifle to the side and zoomed in on the altar. Even without their leader, their shielding was too strong to snipe the conjuror. Jeanne sighed.“Cmon Bayonetta! Deal with these dorks and let’s end this! We can wrap this up before the cavalry gets here...”Jeanne continued observing until it became apparent that Bayonetta was in no hurry. She was taking her time. Stalking toward them. Taunting them with. We were the only people on the porch and though in sight of others and therefore not alone, we were in effect alone. "Would you think me terribly forward if that were so?" she asked."That would depend on your ultimate designs," I said smiling."Mr. Northam. I have no designs," she said."Ah, then you are the only single woman in the Americas who does not," I responded.She blushed, then asked, "Do you have so many women after you, Mr. Northam?" And their mothers."Rose laughed gaily, "Yes, Mama. Because he… well he didn’t suggest any kind of discount. At least not in the… conventional sense. “Yea,” he said, “Something like that, well, you know, I’d want to know it was going to a good home.” If I thought his smiles had been lecherous, then this one was a doozie. A broad grin that any Cheshire cat would have been proud of. “You know, somewhere it would be… loved.” I raised my eyebrows—I was trying to fathom, in my addled brain, what on earth he meant. But it dawned on me too late. By the.