He knew that with her, he could love again. His heart pumped with determination. His mind was telling him one thing. Kiss her. He watched Cheyenne as ...he stood there, eyelids heavy. She was a rag doll in his arms. When he wrapped his arm around her and grazed her warm cheek with his thumb, he was certain that this is what he wanted. He wanted her. All of her. And he knew that he wanted his hands on more than just her lower back. He slipped his fingers to the nape of her neck and took a deep but. Once he heard one of them start the bathtub he seemed to relax, until he turned and saw Hannah watching him. Hannah could see him tense up like a coiled spring as he turned and walked for the kitchen.Hannah followed him and watched as he got a glass out of the cabinet and went to the refrigerator and got some Apple juice out. She waited until David filled his glass and put the container back before she approached him."David can we talk? I mean ... really talk?" asked Hannah softly as she tried. "Suit yourself," Sam replied and walked to the shack door. "Don't let the coyotes get you." Coyotes? It was pitch black out with the exception of the patch of light from the shack window. Darla didn't have a clue about which direction to take and she was afraid of the dark. She heard an animal sound and came to a decision. It wasn't a coyote but the young lady would wait in the car. Damn! The car doors were locked.Sam and Brenda didn't seem to notice Darla when she slipped into the shack. It. " Your not kidding. I'm so stressed out all I can think about is being somewhere else." She sounded stressed. "where would that be?" I asked now working several of my fingers far enough down to touch her pantyhose. I even have the waste band a daring little tug as I finished clipping the ridiculously simple clip to her waste band."Well.." There was a pause as she felt the tug on her pantyhose." She continued right on as if nothing had happened. "When I get really stressed I like to dance. It.