The way he acted though was what caught me in his grasp. Again his lips were upon my own, this time kissing me fiercely, like he was starving and my k...ss was all that would satisfy him. I heard him drop his glass in the floor, shattering it. Both his hands tugged at my dress as he laid me back on the mattress. Our lips parted only for a moment as my dress was tugged over my head. My heart raced at a speed I didn't think was possible. His lips moved to my neck, hands on my breasts. I moaned out. As I looked at her, it was as if I could see her thoughts. Her ideas spilled out of her and hovered around her head like a halo. And she had so many deep thoughts and emotions, all of which could fill several volumes of books. I turned around and looked at everyone--the shoppers, the teens, the businessmen, the parents. Each one of them also had complex ideas and emotions spilling from their minds. Each one had a life and a past that could be translated into a novel. Yet in the crowd each one. Stepping her feet slightly apart. Her body covered in her silk but still very much suggestive of her curves beneath the material. The music that she hears in her head, the beat rhythmic and strong. Her hips beginning a movement side to side her feet moving her legs, all the while on her toes, showing her tone and strong muscles rippling beneath her skin. Moving her arms in slow waves from her sides up above her head, her wrists in fluid motion moving her hands to the silent beat that only she. I know how you feel."'You have no idea how I feel!" Ted snapped. "You can't possibly know what this means. This is the worst possible news! What about our plans?" You're PLANS?!" Nancy sobbed, "What about my LIFE?!"Ted slumped back in his chair, his mind racing through the implications, but unable to focus on any one. Then his eyes fell on the title for Ben's car, which he had pulled from his files the previous night to verify information for the insurance. They bought the car not for Ben, but.