.. I answer"If you want, can I heat it up ?!" Smiled"Well, I mean turning on the heating ..."And I “yes of course, but it won't be necessary”With ...o much talk and delay in drawing we started to be alone in the office.A touch on the breasts here, a touch on it ... A little shy touches on the hands which led to a longer look in the eyes ... and I kissed himHer mouth was very hot .... soft, sweet.I apologized, said to me "no excuses!"He walked away from the table but always seated me between his. ‘A girl can, if she doesn’t take too long!’ he answered. ‘Otherwise, a guy might think she’s hiding, and come in to get her!’ Cara raised startled eyes to his face at that, and he added, ‘So hurry up!’ He dropped a hard kiss on her softly parted lips, and when she opened for him, he deepened it, drawing her tongue into his mouth, loving the silky feel of her on his tongue, and the way she leaned into him. When she pulled away from him, he felt the loss immediately. ‘If you don’t want to help me. “Right this way my good man.” A crowd of men parted like the red before Moses and closed behind me as I followed him.He turned and headed down the hall way. There were so many people it became difficult to move, but as we navigated the narrow hall people pressed against the wall to allow us to pass.He turned into our bed room and as I passed through the door I saw her. She is lashed upside down by rope and nails that have been driven into the wall. Her back is against the headboard, her. She still knew she had killed Gilbert Kinneson, and she still felt as though she had done something wrong, but slowly, the lack of condemnation for the act turned from dread—waiting for some kind of shoe to drop—to a feeling of equilibrium. Claire's insistence that she had been forgiven, both legally and morally, at least by the jury and those who knew her, slowly sank in. Equilibrium eventually turned to hope.Bob helped, though he wouldn't have said he was "helping." He waited, and it had to.