I’d never showed her anything but gentleness and affection. I was terrified and my heart hammered in my chest. What if she hated me afterwards? What...if she loved it? What if it made her see me like her tormentors before me, like Cheryl had when we made love? I forced air into my chest, fighting desperately in the clutches of a panic attack and willed it back down. I let Bad Matt out of his cage. Bad Matt didn’t have anxiety attacks and my breathing eased as I sank into that role.I pulled out. " I'll say," Cynthia said. "There are road blocks everywhere. On the way over here I was stopped three times. If they're looking for you, you wouldn't get very far." Exactly. Plus, people have stopped by the house just to check who's here. When they have, they've specifically asked who was out in the field while I was away from the house. So I decided it was safer remaining hidden in here. The hay helps cover my heat signature, so hopefully the government satellites overhead won't pick me up in. How did you find me?" From your last location on the squawk box in the car. Who were you chasing?" the other cop asked, as he approached the young man.Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy drove off into the dark. He just drove away leaving me there. The reason I was going to stop him was he was driving way to fast for the road conditions and here I am the one who overturned his vehicle."George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "You work here?" asked the officer looking. We've had deep conversations about it, and unfortunately her urges are few a far between. Love requires sacrifice somewhere along the line, and this is ours. For someone with a high sex drive, and deviant mind, I've learnt to suppress my feelings and urges--but long for us to get that connection back.I need to stop looking.I HAVE to stop looking.I'm getting hypnotised, and this heading down a rabbit hole!The more I look, the more I like. Her body language telling me she's more than interested..