“Hello,” she says to me from across the counter. I am startled at first. It is not unusual to get a walk-in customer, but I don’t come across o...e of her caliber every day. I stumble about my words and muster, “Hi, there. How can I help you?” “The name is Ellen, and you would be?” “Chloe, nice to meet you, Ellen. What can I do for you?” “I am in need of your services to move. Would you be so kind as to help me?” she says to me as I stare at her lips, they are simply gorgeous and so defined.. Over the last week, things had been strained between them. Perhaps the spark between them had died out. It hadn't exactly been that strong during the months before Paul had first caught the DNA virus. At least he didn't have to worry that Anne would catch the virus. She had found a way to make it much less infectious just a day after he had run away from her lab.Quietly, he slipped back into Anne's bedroom and carefully climbed back into the large bed.He was almost fully asleep when he felt the. He gently touches his finger tip to her hardened nipple and she gasps, her body tensing. Pausing he slowly trails his fingers back down her body, running the tips back and forth along the lace-lined waistband of her panties. His lips press against the soft, flushed skin of her chest in light kisses, pressing the other side of the robe open as his lips inch closer to the hardened tip. He feels her body tensing and her breathing changes as she begins to rouse. His heart races as he realizes that. Then he'd realize she wasn't there to remind him to eat.All she needed to do was get home before her father's stomach roused him."Why good evening, my dear." A new voice suddenly introduced itself from the depths of the woods.She turned over onto her back quickly, her eyes looking around rapidly. "Hello? Who's there?" No one of any consequence." The voice replied, seeming to shift around her, obscured behind the tree trunks and the growing shadows. "What are you doing here so late?"Belle.