Wordlessly, your strong arms encircle me, wrapping me in you. I smell your cologne, yet another way I mark you. I note the dark blue shirt with its ...hite pearl buttons, your open collar, revealing that gold cross, just large enough to look perfect between your collar bones. The dark metal ring on your hand, your steel watch, your thick belt, with its steel buckle, your black pants.All of it, my marking of you, my warning to other kitties that you have a woman who will do anything to keep. "She nodded and continued to shake a bit; holding her sobs within and she hugged him tightly. "I know," she cried. "It's all just so scary!"He hugged her tighter and she sobbed for a bit, re-gathering her composure and controlling her breathing. She wiped at her eyes and gave him a shy half-hearted smile. "I think I'm gonna go read and then go to bed," she said quietly. He nodded and kissed her on the cheek."It really will be ok," he said, his voice calm and level, trying his level best to. He had been annoyed when the two blockheads who were investigating Pia’s murder had insisted that he come in for a talk. He told them that they could come to HIM if they wanted to talk; unless he was under arrest. Like everybody else in John Tedesco’s life, they grumbled but they came.They had finally discovered that Pia had had sex before her murder, and they wanted a DNA sample; just to eliminate him. He told them to get a warrant. He was counting on them never getting around to doing that.. Nihal and I were about evenin the sex department, and I didn't believe people could do the things toeach other that I have recently discovered they do. Nihal and I have been married nine years and we normally made lovemaybe two or three times a month, and, although I was unaware of this, Ihad never experienced an orgasm in all the years of my marriage. We hadsex in the traditional, "missionary" position, and as soon as Nihal reachedhis climax, he would get up and take a shower, and then.