I think I’m too nervous to go up with you. I’ll meet you up there. Give me a few minutes to compose myself.’ ‘All right. 711.’ He put the kn...psack on his shoulder and headed for the elevator. The green light flashed and he pushed his way into the room. The room was nice enough. He hung up his jacket and moved over to the double bed. He pulled down the bedspread and tossed it in the closet. He sat on the bed and took off his shoes and socks. The CD player/alarm clock was on the end table. It. The gentle way his tongue entered inside of me. The way he gazed deep into my eyes during penetration. He caught my every movement. He heard my every sound. And I found that I knew nothing about him. And I found that it didn’t matter. His hands slid over my breasts, over my ribs, and down to my hips. His fingers were pushed into my mouth and I felt his finger prints on my tongue. And his hands, they cupped my breasts, which longed to be toyed and caressed. He pulled and pinched and twisted my. Protection is not so far away that fires of unknown origin should be ignored." As usual in situations like this one, we were both wearing bulletproof vests though I didn't want to have to trust them. So far, Max hadn't made any threats though I wasn't sure he was telling the truth about his name, where he was from, or the fire. It's one thing to be shy but he looked and hesitated to the point of being evasive. When Shirl showed up, his eyes were on her and the look was not one that made me. I have moved on as circumstances dictated and while cleaning out a storage unit at my condo I came across a box with mementos, pictures, and souvenirs of that time in my life and of that job. I’m moving into a new house and have to decide what goes and what gets thrown away. Taking a few minutes I remember those years and the good times with a nostalgic fondness as I go through that box of memories. James Nelson O’Connor is my name. As if the name didn’t clue you in I’m of Irish extraction.