But now she felt that she was rapidly developing a strong feeling for the man who had not only saved her, but now was extending such a caring, helping...hand. The hospital staff had been amazed at his strength and the instinct he had displayed and they made a point of telling her how he had undoubtedly saved her life. If he had gone for help instead of carrying her all the way to his car, she almost certainly would have died by the time she could have got proper treatment."Oh darling, I seemed to. He eventually resigned himself to having to answer it.He snatched up the handset and barked into it, "What?" Detective Harris?" said a female voice on the other end. The voice sounded calm and business like, and not at all sympathetic to his lack of sleep.He sighed. "This is Harris," he said lugubriously."We've got a hot one for you, sir," the voice said. She even sounded a little excited, as if she were about to tell Harris he'd won the lottery."Shoot," he replied."We have an assault, with a. Chad's eyes grew wide in delight, and he began to thrust his hips.This time I shouted, "NO MAS!" Yes, "no mas" is the Spanish equivalent of "no more". For Ashley and I, it also had another meaning. "No mas" was our safe word. When we were playing games, we agreed to use the phrase, no mas, if either one of us wanted to stop what was going on, or to talk through our concerns and feelings. In the five years of fantasizing and playing games, I had used the phrase once before, and Ashley had never. After a few moments of silence, she heard John ask, “Are you still there, Jazzy?”Jazzy, with the phone still to her ear, heard him asking her something, and then it hit her; she needed to reply. “Yes, John, oh sorry; yes, Sir, I’m still here.”John couldn’t help but smile on his end. It always took a new girl time to get the Sir part down. He then asked, “Did you see the instructions in the box? I heard you tearing the paper off.”“Mmmm, yes, I did.”“Good, now follow them exactly, or you will be.