I texted her but didn't get a reply. I figured in all the running around I missed her so I went back to the room and still no sign but at least it ha... quieted down next door. I called my wife's cell and that when I nearly passed out. I could faintly hear the distinctive ringtone on her phone that rings when I call coming from the room next door. I stood frozen in a mix of silence and a muffled party next door trying to hear it for sure then voice mail. I couldn't leave a message. I just. As if reading her thoughts, Fay set the now empty coffee mug down on the table, and turned in her chair to face Kirsten. She leaned forward, and put one hand on Kirsten’s shoulder, pulling her forward. Kirsten closed her eyes, wishing, no, hoping, that Fay would kiss her - right there in the shop. Instead she felt Fay’s gentle breath on her cheek, and then on her her ear, and the the girl said gently and surely, almost in a whisper, “It is important to have faith, Kirsten, as some things on. He musthave been a dominating presence when he was in uniform. Military and lawenforcement. He was certainly a huge presence in my office. And, Inoticed, as I had noticed sitting next to him at the meeting, that hesmelled great. So wonderful. Masculine and musky and intoxicating."May I close the door for a moment?" he asked, "there's something of acertain sensitivity I'd like to talk about, and naturally we must protectindividual privacy."I nodded my answer, suddenly concerned about the. Shifting, he lay me down on the blanket, spreading my thighs with his knee, tucking our bodies tightly together. Bracing himself on his elbows, he cupped my face in his hands, leaning down and kissing me. I moaned and surged up against him, fighting to get more of him onto me, shoving my hands under the coat, under his sweatshirt, up his back onto his shoulders, even as my legs tightened around his. With a husky groan, he fisted one hand in my braid, and the other slid under my hips, pulling.