There was a no-nonsense look about them. Once again, Henrik appeared to be completely in control of his emotions. It must have been force of will ... ... will which I was unable to summon."You are Mr. Richard Campbell?" one of the men asked as I approached."Yes, that's right." I'm Sergeant Morrow, Special Security Detachment," he said, showing me his I.D."You are the fiancée of Miss Astrid Rasmussen?" Yes." Is there anything you can tell us ... anything you might have seen that would help?" No. "I'm so sorry" I lied."It's been a long time coming. He was way too jealous, and he kept trying to tell me who could be my friends and who couldn't" Well that's jealousy, it does that to people. Makes them act stupid." Why don't you come in, we can have lunch and talk" I said, taking out my keys. My excitement made my hands shake and it was hard to get the right key into the lock.Finally getting the door open, I let her go in before me, on the surface looking like a gentleman, but underneath I. ‘I’ve lined up a couple of job interviews, down in London — for tomorrow!’ she went on enthusiastically. Peter frowned at the racket the he could hear that seemed to be going on around his sister, he opened his mouth to ask her where she was, but Miranda was still talking. ‘Any way I’m travelling up to London today, and I’ll find a bed and breakfast or something to stay in overnight…’ Peter was painfully aware of Marcus hovering over him trying to hear the conversation. ‘I just thought that I. Then, as she had ordered, I slid my hand up the front of her skirt.I groaned as I felt the small but long tuft of Caroline's silky hair above her hood, and ran my fingers through it. Still kissing her bum cheeks and staring at them I stroked her hood and her nub, thrilled to find that they were indeed already slightly sticky. I caressed her pouting lips and her hood. Then as I felt her moistness increase I gently eased two fingers into her and gently rocked them in and out. She was slick, warm.