I placed my hand softly on his hard chest. ‘Jackson, I don’t know for sure but if I were to guess, I would think Daddy would be HAPPY if I was wit... you. Who else could he trust more with my safety and well-being than you? You would never let anyone or anything hurt me, and Daddy knows that. Hell you won’t even let me string a damn fence,’ I said pointing back towards his ranch. Jackson actually smiled at this. His hand brushed up along my neck again and he cupped my face. My nipples hardened. Some "secret" division, operating outside"normal" channels of our own government, had learned of Dr. Fine'sresearch and they'd had a spy inside the lab for several months. Whenthe accident happened that caused me and Jerry to get "stuck" in thesuits, and with Dr. Fine in a coma, they decided to make an attempt totry to get the very latest models of the suits by whatever meansnecessary. It had taken them some time to locate us and, rather thantry to force us into giving up the suits, and since. "We'll sell their gear," said Cross. "That should more than compensate you."Cross stepped up onto the boardwalk and went inside to talk to Sydney. The man's attitude was surly as he polished glasses with a dirty rag."Who were they, Sidney?" asked the lawman."How should I know?" The man didn't meet the lawman's eyes."They knew you, according to them out there," said Cross, shoving his thumb over his shoulder at the street. "This is the fourth time in as many weeks I've had problems with your .... I've never been able to get off just using my hand." "What do you mean?" I questioned, instantly regretting opening this can of worms. "I'm keeping your secret," Vince replied, "So what I say here is with the strictest confidence, right?" "Absolutely," I answered. "Buddy-buddy confidentiality." "Marsha is a dynamo in the sack. I mean the sex is fantastic. She's adventurous and pretty damn talented if you know what I mean." It wasn't hard to imagine. Vince was an ex-college linebacker, built.