Nicki was always desperate to be in control. I think it was part of her ... I guess she called it an ICI—invisible chronic illness. She had to put h...rself in a position of vulnerability—waiting for the henna to dry—in order to let me take control and love her.I started with her lips and we kissed for a while. By the time I moved away from the kisses, the henna was probably already dry, but neither of us said that as I moved down to kiss her breasts and nipples—careful to not touch the henna. Khayalo me kho gaya tabi wo boli ki me yaha bait skti hu to me man me khush hua or bola ki kyu nhi jarur or mene room se chair lakr hall me rakh di or me uske samne khada ho gaya or wo chair par bait gai or me use gurne lag gayaFir ham dono me bat start ho gai wo room ke bare me poch ne lag gai or me bata ta raha fir achanak wo khadi hui or rasoi me gai to piche se me bi chala gaya or uski gand ko gurne lag gaya fir usne kuch pocha to mene bol diya fir wo achank ruk gai or piche palati to me us. I looked in Ed’s direction as I eased out flat on the ground. He was signaling ‘down’, but I already was. I lay there and tried to look as much like a lump on the ground as possible. I sure hoped the camouflage material matched the surrounding area.A short time later, another pebble hit me and I heard Ed hiss. He was giving me the ‘come on’ sign. I low crawled back to our previous position. We then moved back to the trail in silence. Ed moved very well, I noticed.“That guard came out of one of. How did you manage to tame that nephew of mine? I thought he would never settle down."A bright smile flashed across Allie's face. "He and I talk all the time about his former ways. I can't put my finger on what caused him to change, but the important thing is that, as he got to know me, he did. He treats me far better than any man I've known. Pat and Inez can vouch for the rotten luck I've had in the romance department, going back to the Ron Wilton mess in college. I'm now well aware that I.