I know your body as well as I know my own; every contour, every flaw as familiar to me as my own face. I know you are aroused, and I know you are nerv...us. After slipping the heavy leather blindfold into place, I moved to the spot where I now stand and watch and wait. I’ve watched your nipples grow hard with chill and with nerves. I’ve watched your breathing go from slow and steady to shallow and quick. I now watch as the tension in your muscles builds and your body tightens in fearful. I wentto my room and connected to Internet. Once I began to write the address ofthat chat server, after few letters it came up automatically; 'Oh, so MissLoraine goes in here, too. I clicked on the drop down button for nick window;I wanted to see which nicks she used. Suddenly, a bunch of cold shivers wentdown my spine; among others there was a nick 'Morthina'. 'Jesus, it's her!'I almost said it out loud. I couldn't believe my eyes; my partner was a personthat I was chatting with so heartily,. " It was lamentable, her meeting with Robb. That was good for me.This was the next time I saw her, in a coffee shop just around the corner from her place, with a kosher bakery and sidewalk tables. Picture her face, wind-chapped cheekbones, a wool peasant sweater, the sky only partly cloudy, a beret pulled far down while she sipped cappuccino. I was happy because women who need you are vulnerable."I can't believe that. Tell me what happened." You know him. I don't. I just want to know what I did. Clint cupped Sean’s arm, ‘Maybe the next time I see you, we can play the game. How does that sound?’ Sean’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. When Clint looked her way, she mouthed the words, ‘THANK YOU.’ The look he gave back almost took her breath. His eyes seemed to be able to touch her, because every part of her body tingled in response, which, evidently, he knew. He grinned widely and winked at her. That wink helped to reaffirm her decision to avoid men like Clinton Davis. Mentally, she.