I feel him pause, knowing what he’s thinking; will he blow it if he doesn’t stop now? I let my head lull back and twist slightly. I’m not sure i... he can hear my moan of desire. Perhaps he just feels it, but it’s enough to lure his hands into my jeans and under the waistband of my panties. I shudder, my eyes clamping shut as I feel the urge rise up into me. My nipples ache. I take a peek, noting with satisfaction how obvious they are, poking through the thin cotton. I wonder if you’re touching. Quickly, he threw all the excess gear out of the sled, except for the required minimum; he could pick it up later. Eager hands helped him pull on the identification bib he hadn't worn since Anchorage, and after only a five minute stop, he was out on the trail again.The dogs were working fine. He was proud of them, proud indeed. He'd started with sixteen dogs, but four had to be dropped along the way, to be flown back to Anchorage, where inmates of the state penitentiary for many years had cared. ‘Yeah sure babe, slurred Zoë, let’s party,’ she shouted like a drunk. As Jamil drove Zoë to his home he called Tariq and told him to get his ass to Jamil’s house, and to take Asif with him. ‘There you go now, be steady girl, we don’t need you having an accident do we,’ said Jamil as he helped an unsteady Zoë from his car to the door of his house. He helped Zoë up the stairs and led her into a bedroom. The bedroom was fully light, there was only a net curtain fluttering in the air that drifted. Katie's mother, Janet, was sitting on the edge of my bed.We stared at each other. I started to shake. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Hit her? Physically throw her out? I tried to be calm."How did you get in here?", I asked as calmly as I could."I used the key you gave Katie", Janet said quietly. "I know I have no right to be here. I know you hate me. And you have every right to. I just ask that you please, please give me a chance to explain. If you want me to leave after that, I will. I'll.