Then that most erotic moment of all, your ululating, rising, climaxing orgasm cry, as your breasts bounced and your naked body juddered in your finger...fuck climax with my hand cupped over your throbbing juice sodden pussy mound. I close my eyes and I can still hear that cry. I want you! It's time for sex pleasure!I lay on my back. I spread my legs wide. In the wall mirror, I see my penis arching up from my thick bush of pubic hair over my belly. I finger my scrotum and my groins, I reach. You feel your blood flowing freely down the back of your skull, your heading throbbing as you see black spots, nausea washing over you. The hammering in your head fades as you lose consciousness, the world spinning as you close your eyes, an uneasy peace settling over you as you blackout.As you open your eyes, you see the complete chaos that is left behind, everything is trashed. There is an emptiness inside of you as you look around. You hurt all over, stabbing pains as you move, your heading. He’d meant it when he told Kara he already thought of her as his family. It surprised him how quickly he’d grown to care for the young woman. Some of it was their experiences in Russia, which had bonded them, and a part was a shared pain of a damaged past, but it was more than that. Taylor wasn’t big on destiny and predetermination, but it felt right for her to be in his life. Inevitable. The same inevitability permeated his feelings about Whitaker, and he couldn’t imagine his life without. The famous publisher SirRichard Mountferris had dashed into the road in the way of a runaway lorryin order to save the life of a child who had slipped away from her mother.Unable to run fast enough to get them both to safety he had somersaultedout of the way of the lorry holding the child in his arms. The childsurvived unharmed. Sir Richard had a broken neck and the expectation of aposthumous medal. He had been pronounced dead at the scene and broughtdirect to the mortuary without passing.