It's a big warehouse on the edge of the city. Mr. Aronoff introduces us to his photographer who does not speak much Russian and whose name is Ken. F...r the evening, we are not models though. We are movers. We move furniture and fake walls and props and lights and make a "set", a fake parlor room for the photoshoot. When we are done, Serge and I are tired, and Ken leads us to a small office that has been turned into a bedroom. There are two beds, a big wardrobe, and a bathroom with a. We were off towards Providence. I sat in the back seat with my head in Dean’s lap as he resumed playing with my hair. Kittie would look back in her rear-view mirror at us occasionally and roll her eyes at us. But she was being quite hypocritical, holding Nathan’s hand as she drove. “I need to hunt… how about we split up in groups of two and explore the city and get something to eat,” Dean suggested, “I’ll go with Kittie if you want to go with Nathan.” “I am quite hungry,” Kittie piped in. “If. A few nights later Matt showed up at my dorm room. I guess he enjoyed our talk so much that he tracked me down. He showed up with a calendar and some currency from his country. He came in and told me more about his culture, I recalled how passionate he was when explaining it to me. He then told me his age, Matt was 25! He didn't look it at all. In fact I initially judged him to be my age. He explained that he didn't come to the States until he was 20. He had been required to serve two years in. Well, all pretense of sleep was gone. All she could do was ask him to remove his hand before she sprung up and grabbed her guns. She was fully intending to shoot him when the pad of his thumb grazed across her nipple. It puckered instantly. ‘Rafe…’ It had been meant as a warning but instant lust turned her voice into a caress. Encouraged, he sat up propped up by an arm. She closed her eyes letting the sensations wash over her and moaned. Kate forgot who she was, who he was, simply letting them.