As they had bantered, while he signed various papers she needed, they had bantered, and she had flirted terrribly. Now she was at it again."So where t... now Ruth?" "This way" she replied and led David past two burly looking British Marines down a short corridor to a narrow stairwell, which she started to descend. David hesitated. "Sir" One of the guards spoke,. "Its pretty steep. Would you like me to look after your package while you climb down." "Then how would I collect my package?" queried. He Wolf with the Red Roses, by Chloe Tzang© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. [Boy:] On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?[Girl:] Yes.[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the. Turning forty is a serious thing for a woman. Bea wanted to know how we've handled it, me and Kay. What we've really been doing since the big four oh. You're right. A year ago she was way down, and you weren't the only person worried about her. So we told her that on her fortieth birthday, tonight, we'd show her that life begins at forty. We'd tell her all our secrets." I'm forty-two now, you know. That rat of a husband of mine left me four years ago. Well, for a year I mourned like a. My breasts felt slightly heavier, more sensitive, and my breaths drew in and out raggedly. Even with the lights out in the bathroom, I could see a faint shadow behind the curtains. I leaned against the shower wall, legs slightly parted, hands at my hips and my long hair strewn over my shoulders -- an open invitation. Again, the walls, the air -- all of the environment, it screamed and strained at the instinct to get away. Escape and save myself.But something else, again, held me in place. .