Our heads come together, brushing noses for a few seconds before our lips meet, softly, teasingly, just barely brushing together. Then instinctively, ...ur lips meld firmly, opening slightly, tongues peeking out to touch and lick, tasting the flavours of each other. I flex my hands on your arms and you lower yours from my face. You caress down my throat, feeling the pulse beating fast at the base, over my collarbone and further down, over the fabric of my bikini top, finding my nipples erect and. I like the job, but it's stressful, and this new life feels much more critical to me now. As a cop I can't do much more than react to trouble after it happens. Here I can build a future for all of our kind." Our kind? You're talking like we aren't even human anymore." Who knows, maybe we're not. But we aren't going to be anything unless you can keep your head down. You very well could have been killed the other day. And it wasn't the first time. You seem to attract attention, both good and. “So what do we do now?”“You need to focus on Janine, everything about her, her name, her appearance, her personality, everything.”“Ok.” Heather’s brow wrinkled as she mentally catalogued everything she knew of the woman who had consigned her to her death.For a moment all the doors seemed to be moving making Heather feel disorientated then suddenly there was a door in front of her with “Janine Caltern” inscribed on it.“Well done.” Marek said, he took a deep breath, “Are you ready love?”When. Sometimes I felt guilty that Daddy was so alone. I knew he would never blame me for anything, but I wasn't naive enough to not realize a man has needs. And I also knew that somehow, someway, that I his daughter would have to find a way to satisfy those needs.As I have said, Daddy was everything to me. I would sometimes gaze at him adoringly when he wasn't looking. I've always thought my father a quite handsome man with his chiseled features and muscular build, which I attributed to all those.