” I whispered. His eyes shot open. Powerful arms releasing my head, body jumping in surprise, eyes wide… “What the FUCK?” He backed a...ay in surprise. “WHAT THE HELL?” I retreated back to my couch like a frightened mouse. “Sorry! Sorry! You attacked me in your sleep!” He calmed after a while. Laughed, even. “It’s my fault, Ben. Sometimes I just… I dunno. I’m not in control of my actions when I’m asleep.” He flashed a perfect smile my way. I managed to grin. Her answer was to place his hand upon her breast where he could feel her nipple straining against the cotton bodice of her dress. Groaning again, he took her cue and started teasing her nipple, squeezing it gently between his fingers, rolling it. The blood in Fran’s veins was throbbing, her loins were pulsating as she arched her hips up towards Ian. Their kiss became deeper as their tongues danced a tango from her mouth to his. She could taste the beer on his mouth along with a sweetness. A. He checked his watch. Damn, it was six thirty already. He was barely going to make his meeting with Vasly, the First Son. The put-out cab driver pulled up to the sad excuse for a motel and stuck out his hand. He payed the man and slipped out of the cab. He brushed the nonexistent remains of bagel off his suit while studying the building. It was nothing to look at on the outside, one dirty building in dire need of being torn down, boasting of bed bugs, cold showers, and a way to high of a rate. " He couldhear the tears in her eyes through the quaver in her telephonevoice."It's not, it's not necessary," said Kelly, a little desperately."I was happy. We were happy." His nose had begun to run also andhe hesitated to use the fine cloth napkin for such a purpose."We were," Barbie agreed, "We were happy, honey, I think the twoof us could be happy lost in a snowstorm if we had each other.But honey, we weren't *safe*. We weren't safe from what the worldcould do to us. Harold can give us that..