“Don’t you see? I’m afraid of loving you because if I ever lose you..." I trail off before kissing him back, the hurt and pain swirling out and ...he large crashing of objects resonates in the room, the tension disappearing as my soul begins to accept his. Our foreheads rest on each other, as we look at each other in the eyes. He says nothing, the gold in his eyes luminescent in the dark but his cheeks are slightly wet from my tears. “I love you," I repeat before peppering his face with kisses,. Shaking with fear as she realizes she cant breathe, she begans hitting her attacker in the forearms in an act of desparation, doing anything she can to remove his hold from her throat. Her efforts are useless. His arms, now flexed tight and strong, are unmovable. She gags as her body screams for oxygen. Within seconds, her brain feels the effects of being deprived of the oxygen rich blood it needs to remain alive. Again, she punches her attacker solidly in the face but her efforts are futile. . In fact, he was hatching endless plots to get her into the sack this very moment."I say, Brenda darling, do be a pet and come help me pick out a proper tie for the Christmas party."Brenda Wiggleson was deep in thought about her humiliating debacle the night before at the gifting party for the young secretary for Mr. Wincott. The girl was only 28 years old and she already was an assistant manager for research and engaged to the firm's handsome barrister, Lance Smitherswood. The soon-to-be Mrs.. ”“You do that and let me know how you feel tomorrow,” she said helping me to my coat and walking me out the door.When I got home I logged into the research database and found as much information as I could about Bernard Ryan. The more I read the more convinced I was that some how I had met him. It was late when I finally went to bed thinking about him and trying to find a logical answer.The next morning I still felt sick so I called in and made an appointment to see my doctor. When I spoke with.