She lay snug in his warmth. He was above her, around her, inside her. It was surreal that he held the whole of her sensations within the cocoon of his...body.A cocoon with a penetrant. Eve’s sexual universe expanded with each inch that moved deeper within. None of the romance novels she’d read ever captured the feelings she was having with Caesar inside her. For the silkiness of Caesar, for the allure of him, for the penetration of him, for these reasons and for Tim's acceptance of him, Eve came. And then poor old dumb Bill there, started making passes at me. You know he had nothing. It was all Mary's money, so it wasn't too difficult to talk him into it." So you planned it all?" Yes, you didn't think Bill there, had the brains or the nerve to murder Mary, did you?" Christ, Angela, you stabbed Mary Simmons? Holy shit, you killed Sheila Thomas and George Cafrey as well. And it was you who tried to run me down the other day. That's why I couldn't see who was driving the car that night;. We stopped by the massive abandoned earth cut over in the Panamanian Isthmus of Colombia, and I instantly saw what the problem the overly-ambitious and optimistic French had. There was no human way to move enough earth for a sea-level canal in less than forty years, even if they weren’t dying in droves from disease. Locks were used throughout Europe, didn’t they use locks in France? I could think of several ways to construct them, just off the top of my head.We headed for the Mediterranean and. A few days later, Jill pulled a piece of lingerie from her dresser drawer. She hadn’t worn it in years and began to wonder if she could even fit in it any longer. She got undressed and slipped on the thin material that barely covered her exquisite body. She quietly stared into the mirror wondering if she still looked sexy, the way she had years ago. She admired herself for several minutes and began to wonder if men would still find her attractive, for an older woman. Jill never would have.