"Are you Chad Arnold?" Yes, sir. We were shot at by an occupant of the car." That's what we reported. The radio says he's down."Britt said, "I want to...talk to Uncle Mitch." Okay, ladylove. Officer, that's Chief Abrams. I think she's the only one who can call him that without risking serious physical harm."He grinned. He did a little double take. "You're the one who took a bullet for his father. You must be his fiancée who refused to leave him at the hospital. I was driving one of the cars when. We finally ended the kiss and I was breathing a little quickly and heavily. We went over and sat with my parents.I said, “Dad, is everything with the court and police over?”“Yes, Son. I talked with Mark James. He was suckered in by an old friendship. He learned a tough lesson about assumptions this morning. He doesn’t like to be humiliated in court any more than any of the rest of us. It’s now in his interest to handle this correctly because he knows me and that I won’t let it go away unless he. “It seems you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” I looked into her eyes and saw deep pools of passion. Shaking slightly I reached for her, bringing her face to mine, and met her mouth with a tentative kiss. Her mouth opened eagerly to mine and we stood for what seemed an eternity, mouths locked, hands searching, caressing arms and backs and hips. Cautiously, I brushed her breast with the backs of my fingers, and she gasped, pulling back, and then pressing her breast into my hand. My kisses left. And then she kissed me; a soul-searing kiss. And I kissed her back. God help me, but I wanted her as much as I've ever wanted a woman in my entire life. And then her arms were around my shoulders, and my hands on her hips. Then her ass. And those nipples grazed my chest, pushed against me. Then the fullness of her breasts were pressed into me, almost through me. My hardness. Her softness. And we were alone in a sea of nothingness...I drove home from the airport in autopilot mode. I had survived.