" SHUT UP!" Heather roared, "My father never died!" He did! He did!" Jane defended, "Right after I found out I was pregnant with you, he disappeared w...ile fishing. The courts declared him dead two years later."Heather just laughed in response. Bent over, belly laughing, the last response Jane would have expected after the emotional storm she just witnessed. Jane Kosar worried then, worried for her daughter's sanity.Tentatively, she touched Heather's shoulder, not knowing if the hiccupping noise. Her necklace is now over half full it seems.Donald allows this interruption to the beginning of today’s lesson as it pleases him to know she needs him to place each pearl on her.Then, standing near to her, but not so close that their bodies touch, he begins to lightly run his fingers up and now her arms, back and forth over her back, over her breasts, just fluttering against her nipples, down her legs and back up again. The soft touch begins waves to flow through Emma again. Her body trembles. “Lucian Martinez.” I take another drag from the nearly spent cigarette and stub it out on the concrete wall. “You changed your name.”“Oui. Ain’t no good being Cajun here,” he says, his soft patois giving me a shivery thrill just like it did when I was in high school.“And you lost the Creole,” I accuse.“That too,” he agrees.I sigh and lean against the wall, sliding down until my butt hits concrete. “You better go,” I say. “Someone is going to catch up with me sooner or later. You don’t want to. Ugh. Tonight he was wearing a ‘Firefly’ t-shirt, which was one of her favorite tv series – even though it had been canceled (criminally) after only one season and she was dying to ask him if he was a fan, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it because after talking about the show, where would the conversation go next? No where. It would just start something that she couldn’t finish and so she wasn’t going to do that. Instead she contented herself with drinking in the gorgeous sight of.