I was scared. My fear of any form of pain consumed me I shuttered at the slight touch of another human's hand on my body. I've never been in a real re...ationship, I never had a real kiss, I never had someone be intimate with, physically or mentally. This was until I met him. It was Saturday January 22, exactly five months before my 20th birthday, probably the coldest night of the year. Temperatures plummeted to a mere 9 degrees 0 degrees with wind. I walked in the cold through the snow my thighs. Heescaped about ten years ago. Well, he was able to get to America. Now hesays he owns a car, and he has just bought a house. His own house! Nowlook at us!" he gestured round the room. " We live in this smallapartment. It needs three wages for us to afford it. I do not criticizeyou, Marica, but we do not eat lavishly. We have to be frugal." Ithink...." He took a sip of the brandy. "I think we have to considerescaping, getting out of Hungary. What is in the future for us here?Marica, I know. He caresses his hand up her leg to mid thigh. Needs to be beautified. Purified with whispers. Both hands are holding her hips. I want to taste you. All of you. Mind, body, oh yes body, and soul as well.” That was it for Taryn. She’d found what she wanted as well. He unbuttons the bottom of her shirt and runs his hand across her navel. She tries not to swallow hard. Tries to steady her breath. Give in to him, Taryn, she thinks to herself. He looks up at her. Let him sing to your body. Into her. Burke." he called out as he spotted the silver haired woman waiting on the porch."Afternoon James." the fifty-two year old waved back as she pulled a large stack of mail from the box.Christine Burke had been a fixture in the neighborhood since long before Jim McGuire had been born. Almost every kid in the area looked on her as sort of an adopted Aunt. Without any children of their own, she and her husband, Doctor Ron Burke had made up for it by getting involved in many of the youth oriented.