They have been waiting for this moment, and it is here. He strokes her face softly and tells her that this is what he wants. He asks what she wants. S...e softly licks her lips and whimpers ever so softly; he knows that she wants to feel his mouth on hers, and she will in time. He moves his thumb to her lips and lets her tongue glide over it slowly, their eyes still connected to each other. He can tell she has let go completely and is there, in that moment, his. He removes his hand and slowly. He couldn’t help wondering if the black nylons under her fitting, graphite-grey skirt were tights or stockings. ‘Like what you see?’ she said, looking down at him. ‘Sorry?’ ‘You’re staring at my legs, Mr Lean, do you like what you see?’ ‘Sorry, I mean yes, they’re very nice.’ ‘Very nice, hmm? I think it’s so important to be honest with each other, don’t you think?’ ‘Um, yes, Ms Feldman.’ ‘That’s a nasty-looking red mark on your neck,’ she said, leaning forward a little and peering over the rims. I used to stay in their house during summer holidays.Once my aunt came to our house during my quarterly holidays while I was 18 years old as her husband was going out of the station.She wanted to explore the city and planned to stay for a month with us. Our house had only two bedrooms, one for my parents and one for me, so she had toStay with me in my room.I had no sexual thoughts about my aunt and felt free with her, and also she had nothing of an issue to share the bed with me.The first two. "What have we here? It looks like you wereplaying hard to get, when you wanted this the whole time," she said, whilegrabbing her chest.Julie remained quiet and climbed into the lower bunk, which had beenvacated by Marisol's former cell mate. She unpacked her belongings whileMarisol paced the cell and made wise cracks at passing guards and inmates.Few words were exchanged until the lights went out for the night.Julie was tucked in her bed, thinking about when and how she should killMarisol, when.