"You're going to have to perform CPR and rescue breathing. Start with five pumps to the chest, using two hands. Next, cup your lips over her mouth and...breath down it, to try to restart the breathing. You got that?" Yeah, got it." I stared at her. I slowly put two hands on her chest, very conscious of the feel of the top of her boobs on my palms. I pumped, five times, before lowering my lips to hers and breathing into her mouth. I withdrew, and began pumping again, but within one pump she. Well, none of his memories had returned yet, but Luke found the more time he spent with this woman, the more he liked Sarah and wanted to get to know her. She was smart, caring, funny. The problem was, even without his memories, it was starting to matter to him that she might be in love with someone else. There was definitely an attraction between them, some type of bond Luke couldn’t explain even if he tried, but he didn’t know what the hell to do about it. He was pretty sure Sarah felt it. Her route home took her past a run down collection of boarded up factories and abandoned industrial buildings. A tangled nest of alleys ran between them, home to street bums, druggies and worse. She could see the flickering light of a handful of trashcan fires, set back from the road so cruising cops wouldn’t twig.There were less street lights here and those that did exist were as often as not smashed or blown. K.T. looked up at the sky. Perhaps a few more stars than before. They were dim and. She was very much like her mother was at the same age. She too loved sexual games and **** was one they still played. Both ways. He loved to be tied down and forced to do anything her mind could devise and Penny had a mind that was very good indeed at devising things.“Tom, Darling!” her voice called from downstairs. “Are you awake? I’m home.”Tom swung his legs from the bed and padded over to the door where he unhooked a silk dressing-gown. He fastened it around him and padded.