She laughed and as I was getting out, she asked to exchange numbers and I was glad to do so. We started talking on whatsapp during nights and one day ...uring our late night chats, she asked me whether I had any girl in my life, I replied no I did not and later that night I don’t know what exactly happened but she asked me if I’ve had sex and with how many girls, I said yes but kept her turning in circles for the number, she enjoyed me teasing her. I wasn’t sleepy and it was quite late,I asked. During the core of the night this feeling just increases, as we flirt, dance, and just laugh about the simplest things. I enjoy being held by him every time we dance. His hand strokes up and down my back and I can't stop shivering when he pulls me closer against his body. I can feel him hard against me and I close my eyes still not believing that I'm dancing like this with my best friend's brother. After dancing for a while, he looks at his watch and whispers in my ear, “It's close to midnight.. As she lay waiting, her arm`s apparently lay relaxed at her sides, though a keen observer would have seen her clenched fists, nails digging deep into the flesh. Next came the strike of a rag soaked in alcohol, or some sort of cold spirit, damp, stinging on the skin, washing the whole area round the site. That at least showed he had more than the basics, next came a clamp. he pinched the target flesh fetching the skin involved up into a small mound, on went a clamp, discomfort, the unexpected,. “It looks like it’s going to come down hard,” he says as he gets in, closes the door and starts the car.Sasha looks at him, a puzzled look on her face. “How can you not be sad about her death?” she asks.Jonathan pulls his hand from the shifter and caresses her face. “Believe me, I’m sad,” he says. “It is tearing me up inside. I guess what helps is that I see death nearly every day. I have to cut off my emotions or I’d end up breaking down and then I would be useless at my job. It just kind of.