She tried to visit him as often as possible, even if he wouldn't see her. She wanted him to know she had come and was willing to talk to him. Visiting...the prison during her summer vacation had become a weekly event. Beth had come to know several of the guards by name during this time. Her first visits usually ended in tears, which could be very dangerous. Beth found that she had to control herself when her emotions ran wild. The temperature seemed to run hot or cold in sympathy with her. Beth. In case you haven't been reading your daughter's letters home, they just tried to murder members of a peace keeping force that can match the power of a Catagory Five Hurricane on one of their off days.”“You DARE speak to our Queen in such a disrespectful manner?” Hissed the guard who had her spear tip at his throat. He didn’t even humour making eye contact with the woman, his attention solely on the Amazonian Queen.“Your Queen dares to start a war with a group that can turn your precious. Well Dr. Friedman and I can both help that process along. I'll talk to Samantha Lewis over at Social Services and describe how well Caleb has done under your care so far. I can't see her standing in the way of you being named as his foster mother. As soon as that's done, we'll go to work on the adoption."Caleb couldn't control himself. He twisted in his chair and threw his arms around her, laying his head against her breast, crying and laughing at the same time. "You done it, Annie! They're. Seeing the heat in your eyes and feeling the heat rising in my cheeks, you leaned down and kissed me. Softly at first, so sweet, so gently. Then more passionately, our lips parting and your tongue invading my mouth. You tasted like strawberries and wine and you, such a heady combination. Becoming needier, I raised up on my knees and got closer to you, my hands wrapping around your neck, your hands coming to land on my hips, helping steady me as I enthusiastically kissed you back, my hard.