She sits up and pulls him up to her… where they both now sit in the middle of that blank canvas… waiting to be painted on with their ecstasy. She...tells him to open his eyes and look deep into hers… their eyes lock… as she dips his fingers into the paints… and places his hands on her breasts… he begins to caress them… painting her beautiful body… her neck… shoulders… around her curved waist… and on her back…as she paints on his…she reaches down where her wetness still circulates around his. Even after the shadowy group had burned down her house, she had still seemed sweet and good-spirited. That was gone. Murder filled her eyes. Whatever she had heard on the phone changed her.When they reached the top of the stairs, Liv exchanged the slipper for a lighter in the Go Bag. She stomped over to the gas stove, reached behind it and yanked out a flexible, silver line. "Give me your Strider," she ordered. Finn complied, then rushed up the stairs to look for anything that might indicate. Somewhere along the way, the safety pin under my right arm came undone and fell out (I'm lucky I didn't step on it with my bare feet). I wasn't too worried about it, especially after 3 more shots at 10 o'clock, but it wasn't really too bad. My sheet didn't fall off, and it was still draped over my chest. Maybe some guys got a peek at the side of my boob when I danced, but I figured, heh, it's New Year's Eve - let'em get a cheap thrill. Anyway I'm proud of my boobs. At 34C I think they are just. ’ She lost interest completely. Leaving the bank I walked to a letting agent and took out a lease on the smallest, least obtrusive apartment I could find and in this I stashed my few remaining possessions. I then went to a small gun shop and bought, without having to show ID, a Browning automatic complete with silencer, (He didn’t even ask why I wanted that) and two spare magazines along with several boxes of ammunition. I then bought a computer and printer, I needed to access the records on.