Leaningforward, his heated fingers stroked my cheek allowing the sharpness of hisnails to trail along my skin. My blood heated to his touch, my back a...chingforcing my breast towards his intimidating figure. With a faint smile he heldmy chin with his hand forcing me to look him in the face. With his other handhe held aloft a washcloth. "I want you clean. This should touch every inchof your body…slowly," he added with a mirthful smile. "And remember… Iam watching." With that said, his hand forced. "Faye looked out to where the helicopter was turning and shrugged. "Whynot, I can only die once but my fianc? will play hell if I'm hurt and wehave to postpone the wedding."I returned my attention to the machine gun and sat on the floor andlooked through the sights. "Well go on, put the bullets in."Faye leaned over, flipped the breech cover up and put the end of thebelt into place and closed the cover. "Just pull this knob to cock itand fire when you're ready."I did and took a bead on the. "I guess I'm going to have to quit calling him "little" soon since he's taller than I am and hasn't stopped growing yet."Our parents had passed away a couple of years ago and we inherited what they had built over their years. Roy and I were comfortable but still wanted better for our children. We had moved to Cookeville to give them a good place to grow somewhat like Knoxville had been for us." She looked at Roy and they smiled to each other. There were some long time memories between. I reached down and pulled her closer and she wrapped her arms around my back, pushing her breasts into my body. I could feel the soft flesh pushing against me and my erection must have been pressing against her belly because she was using it against me, flexing it. The song "Love is the Drug" by Roxy Music came on and its driving bass line pulsed through the floor. We swayed to the music, I lowered my head to her neck and inhaled her soft, exotic perfume, musky and exciting. "You wanna get out.