’ He finally looked at her, his face devoid of its usual boyishness. ‘First of all, we’re not arguing. You are. Secondly,’ he barreled on when...she would have spoken, ‘it doesn’t matter because, from now on, I don’t want you talking to Andreas again. Ever.’ The way she saw it, it was a damn good thing the elevator doors opened when they did, because if they hadn’t, she might have done him serious bodily harm. As it was, Jay casually strolled out of the elevator into the hall after his little. It just came naturally and I did it because I enjoyed it. I really, really enjoyed it.Sure enough, one day Mom walked into my room while I was doing the nasty with myself – her words; I've come to believe that the expression requires two people. Anyway, it was time for the talk about the birds and the bees, only she never mentioned either of those species. No, she started right out with a man and a woman. Cock, cunt, fuck, cum; that's what she talked about. Oh shit, no, not with those words,. ‘Go to her’ I whisper.You silently walk around to where she is leaning up against the wall, on her phone, talking to someone I frantic Italian, her hands vocal in her explanation of events, or so you assume. You put one arm against the wall, and lift her chin up with your other hand. ‘You ok?’ you ask. She nods and says sorry again. She’s giving you that stare. The permission stare. You push her against the wall, hand on her tummy. She gasps. You know you have her. You take the phone out of her. ‘Jack, I have to assume you are probably listening to us, and are probably watching us. ‘My name is Major General Brandon Wells, but you know me as Colonel James. ‘Ghost, there is no longer any danger but we need to talk,’ he said. I immediately asked Jiao if she was sensing anything, and she said she was sure he was telling the truth. ‘I can’t sense any danger from any of the three,’ she said. Jiao and I had spent many hours discussing what to do if anyone came back, and both realized that we.