He jerked his hand away, fearful that he might lose control and take unfair advantage of this mortally wounded angel, but she’d felt his contact and...now she wanted him. She reached out, radiating lust at him.“Wait!” Simon cried out. “You’re hurt! Let me check your wound, first! I don’t want you to die...”She touched him, then embraced him, tightly. Simon felt his body respond to her heat ... her need. Still trying to help, he put his hand against the bloodstained tear in her clothing. He didn’t. Was this truly her? Or was she just intoxicated by a new city?Quickly she fell into a deep, well-deserved sleep. But a few hours later she suddenly awoke panting hard, her forehead dripping with sweat. Confused and disorientated she looked around the room. Just then a surge of electricity coursed through her body, sending tingles to every nerve ending imaginable. A huge ripple of pleasure raced through her as a wave of dampness spread from between her thighs. Ripping back the covers she saw a. Hell, Carol and I have never ever beenhappier. We're having amazing amounts of sex together too. It's like mefinding out I'm bisexual was the one thing that made life perfect." Thenhe paused. "And we owe it all to you."Then he kissed me, softly, and with feeling.I looked at him. "You don't owe me anything, Brad." I owe you my thanks. We, Carol and I, owe you our thanks. If youhadn't come along at the party, we'd probably be in our normal rut, thesame rut we've been in for years. Now,. . "Why on earth would I do such a horrible thing to you? See if you can figure it out. Cheers!"Harry took a little longer—but it was worth it. He was a salesman for a high-end home security firm, and never went anywhere without a briefcase full of demo equipment. He worked hard, and had been the top seller in his company for several months in a row. He used to brag that when he'd been Number 1 for a whole year, the company would send him and his wife to Hawaii for two weeks.I had a good friend.