?Silly of me,? he murmured with a small chuckle, ?The girl was just making a living with some rather extraordinary flowers. Bet she makes a killing ...ith them, even if they have only been dyed to that color. The rich, deep purple highlights on the bloom he carried within its wrapping of clear plastic put the lie to any ideas that it was artificially colored to be such an arresting, vivid black, and with another shrug, he carefully placed the bloom in an outer pocket to free his hands.His. At the rounded fleshy part he bit and nibbled, still not touching the area under the lace. He repeated his kisses and gnawed along my right breast. I felt him slip his hand between my back and the bed and I anticipated my bra to be unclasped. I arched my back slightly. He was not unclasping it though. He pulled me up from the bed and with his free hand he pulled my shirt from my right arm and switched his hands to completely remove it.Slowly he laid me back down looking into my eyes. Have I got the time? Jeez, how obvious was that? And I’d told her a minute after eleven. She must be laughing her knickers off. If she wears any.“Is that you, Thomas?”Everyone else called me Tom or Tommy. “Yes, Mrs. Barnard, it’s me,” I said, hanging my overcoat on a hall peg.The stocky figure of my landlady emerged from the front room. Hair in curlers under a headscarf, she wore a thick housecoat, arms folded under a matronly bosom. She smiled at me. “I was just off to bed. Do you want any. Hanna and Sylvester were on my chopper. We passed over the truck and trailer about 50 miles from the camp.As we got closer to the camp I could see the camp had grown since I was there last. I could see why – off to the north - as we made the circle around the camp at 10000 feet to make sure it was safe to land.There was smoke rising on the horizon. It was a perfectly clear day so from that altitude I could easily see over a hundred miles and at the very edge of that distance tiny flashes of.