"You're still humming," Nimrod laughs in delight at me and reaches a hand down to cup my butt. Fingers slide in and his thumb goes in the front. It is...my turn to shiver."Ride my hand," he says as he pinches and I grind into his hand. When I finally come I am ready to scream with the intense feelings he leaves me with."Wow, that must have been some talk," Saul says looking back and forth in shock at our coming together.He has been watching us the whole time. I don't mind. I am too busy following. It didn't really matter. There was nothing left to do but pursue the eyes and whatever was behind them.My place at the bar was a regular one. I was regular too. The routine was always the same; cabernet, very rare steak, baked potato, and my favorite Caesar salad. I never had to order. I just had to show up and control the pace of the meal. I was a woman of routine. The eyes that were locked on to mine were not part of the routine. There was a very good chance that a newpace was taking shape. She couldn’t believe that her choker had survived. She had thought that Clarissa would have destroyed it the moment she could have done so. Lacie’s hands trembled, her weak muscles straining to reach up and take the choker. Just as Lacie’s fingers were mere inches from touching the gentle curves of the ivory circle, Clarissa’s hand pulled back. ‘Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast pet. You have to earn it. Tell me what you want me to do, Pet. Beg for it.’ Lacie shuddered, looking at the last covered. When I was scouting for the cavalry, I saw two brothers fighting side by side and one turned to load his rifle. He hit the trigger with his finger and killed his brother ... shot him in his face. When he saw what he did, he put his barrel under his own chin and killed himself,” Moses told them as they stood looking at each other.“That’s a good point to tell them, Moses,” Eli spoke.“A gun was made for killing. A gun has no thoughts and no mind about what it’s doing. You always control your own.