Raising a hand to his cheek, I leaned into him and met his lips with my own. Just a couple small kisses. That’s what I told myself. Just enough to s...tisfy my curiosity…but Mr. B had ideas of his own. Still holding me gently, he deepened the kiss, and my body woke as if from a lifetime of sleep, and was rejoicing in being alive. It now had a mind of its own, and knew what it wanted. I felt my breasts swell, and my nipples tighten, and I knew he could feel it too. Just as I could tell he wasn’t. How long that will last, I don't know. There is also a whisper that some people (besides the Arabs) who are supposed to be the Mafia have a different sort of ship and have been doing fairly effective work on killing Sa'arm ships. Truly I think that the battle will be won in space long before we start winning on planets. Indeed it seems to me that Earth will be the link pin in that effort. We really may not start to fight the Sa'arm planet side until we have to kick them out of our back yard.My. ’ Andre nudged Jason towards the cart with his putter before dropping it in his bag. Chuckling, Jason caught himself before plopping into the driver’s seat and heading to the next tee. He watched the sun slowly lower on the horizon as they approached the final hole. ‘Good idea coming out today. I don’t know why you didn’t turn on to this game sooner. Scared?’ asked Jason. ‘Scared of you? Nah, man, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings when I beat you at you and your old man’s game.’ Jason smiled,. . some guy!" But that part of his brain was almost brutally silenced by the overwhelming sorrow he felt at what he knew she must be going through right now. He had nothing to offer ... except to hold her.The platitude came from his lips just as helplessly and easily as it had come from a rape advocate's lips, months before. And just as uselessly."It's OK," he murmured. "Everything is OK."When we are overwhelmed by events, and what is called the "fight or flight syndrome" kicks in, the world can.