And his intent of distracting me. I simply nod, my voice absent. “Let me help,” he whispers before brushing the hair off of my neck and running ki...ses from my shoulder up my neck to behind my ear. A small noise of contentment escapes as my head leans to give him better access. He wraps his arms around my torso, splaying his hands on my sides. One of my hands grasps his arms while the other reaches up around the back of his neck. I feel him nip at my sensitive skin and let out a more audible mew. Hold on and be strong.”She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I’m here for you David. Don’t forget that.”She took him back to his car, and he returned to work but got little done. He went to see Michael Simpson, his boss, and told him what was happening. Michael was sympathetic.“Take what time you need,” he said. “I know what it’s like.”David remembered his boss had been through a vicious divorce. He felt some relief that divorce was not necessary in his case, but it didn’t lessen the hurt.. His grogginess wore off when he recalled the jars. There was an old campsite in the mountains where he planned to spend a weekend and brought everything there along with a tent, firewood, an extra set of winter type clothes and enough lighter fluid to ignite his fire and the grill, with some charcoal briquettes. He reached the site in record time, pitching his two person tent and using an axe to chop the carpeting into manageable pieces. Baxter fed them into the fire and brought it to a. He was in a pensive mood. Philip was a believer in the dictum that ‘you get what you pay for’ with the slight modification that if you got something for free you still had to earn it. Contemplating the treatment he had already received from Mei and Ai, and that which he felt sure was to come, he sought a way to pay for it. Before all this started his life had been weighed down by a loneliness heavier than he had realized. Being the son of a busy real estate mogul didn’t make for an.