It was then he first moved to stroke her hair, shocked to find his hand find something hot, wet and sticky. He lifted it to eye level, nearly gasping ...s he saw the massive red stain on his palm. He bit his lip, holding his head above hers and out of her view. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hand, so he simply sighed and wrapped his arms back around her, it probably didn’t matter much if he got blood on the shirt, did it? ‘Come on, hun, let’s get you off this floor and into the other room.’. Her hand moving up and down on the shaft, her mouth enclosing the head, she worked it with relish, driving me to the very brink of oblivion and back repeatedly. Several times, she paused for a moment, suspended in the thin air above me, and lowered her mouth until I disappeared into her, her lips pressed to my stomach. Each time, she held it there for a second then I could feel her tense and back away quickly. I was rapidly reaching a point of no control. I took her shoulders into my hands and. "We shouldn't go to D.C.," he started. "We need to go to Florida again. Not Orlando this time. We have to go to Sanibel Island."I heard it in stereo again: the fraction of a second delay in hearing it through the laptop's speakers and the no-delay in hearing it in my own head. I was used to it by now. It had been going on for months."What changed, Chief?" I asked."Nothing specific. But I just flashed on a headline in the Washington Post: 'Patriot Sniper Arrested' it said. And then another in. She’s a horny bitch when she wants to be.With my tights up to my thighs, I stand up and pull them over my knickers and bum. I slip on my black shoes, pick up my bag and make a move for the front door.I hesitate. I walk back to the master bedroom and look in on Melissa. I am hoping she is awake so that I can kiss her goodbye. She is still fast asleep, but I can’t help myself. I lean over the bed and plant a soft kiss on her forehead. She stirs but not enough to wake up and realise that I am.