" She was terrified.Suddenly she was paralyzed with her fear as Jitter, crawled up her legand to her shoulder. Carefully, gently he reached out a fore...eg to touchher temple.Two things happened at once, Jitter could see and understand the reasonsfor her fear. And she could see and understand his reasons as well."Together we will learn to keep one another safe," he thought into hermind.During her time in training with the Mosad, she had been bitten byjuvenile Camel Spiders. As a result she nearly. A place to hide. Now she noticed the movement of her joints when she walked or reached for something; the weight of her hand resting on her leg; even, sometimes, the way her hair attached to her scalp.And in this same way she was conscious of him: not as a thought, or an image, but as an undefined, inseparable part of her awareness of her physical self. He was there when she rubbed her nose; he was there in the heat of sunlight on her arm.And now, when a tiny figure began to separate itself. He grabbed my wife by her hips, pulled her closer to him and kissed her. She kissed him back and started to moan while he played with her tits. I moved closer to her from behind and fondled her ass with both my hands and pushed her hips against him, she reached down towards my pants and rubbed my buldging cock. The elevator reached the 11th floor and we quickly got out, headed to the room.Once I closed the door he immediately kissed her again, unzip her dress and let it slide to the floor. I would have forgotten completely about the incident, if the next day, while we were all seated around the table, mother hadn't ask my sister if Mr. Barton had gotten back early from his bread round."I can't say since I didn't see him at all. I got back here as soon as Sandra," Vicky always called Mrs. Barton by her first name, "got back from her bingo."She was lying, I could still recall seeing Mr. Barton arriving and entering the house less than an hour after his wife had left. I was about to.