I supported her, lifting her off the floor as I managed to walk with her to the open sofa bed. Then I released her arms and quickly maneuvered her bod... to face mine and my mouth covered hers.She could have easily broken off the kiss. But she didn't. Her lips were as I remembered from the one previous brief kiss I'd stolen at the company Christmas party. They were soft and they kind of quivered against mine, a fluttering acquiescence. There was sweetness, maybe she'd had a coke earlier, and they. " Well, I've changed my mind. I'm allowed to do that, aren't I? You don't own me yet, you know!" she said with a very antsy tone to her voice.I think the shock of what Diane had just said gave me a real kick in the guts. Three o'clock in the morning it might have been, but that didn't stop me getting out of bed and starting to get dressed."What are you doing, Dave?" Diane asked."I'm going home, Diane! You've just given me quite a shock and I've got some things to think about." Oh, you're not. I just couldn't help starring. He was so good looking, and there was something very familiar about him also. I couldn't help fantasizing about what he looked like naked. I suppose I was a little too deep in my fantasy, because he grabbed my hand, and asked me again. You don't remember me, do you? I'm David, and use to live on your street. I remember you now I told him. As it turned out, he grew up a few doors down from me, in the neighborhood where my ex-wife lived. My wife and I divorced about. Time always seemed to stretch for Jonas when he was ready to make a kill, or anytime he was in deadly situations. He was aware of every facet of his surroundings at times like this. Jonas could almost count the hairs that stood up between the fingers of one gloved hand as it gripped the man's hair at the back of his head. He was aware of the feel of the leather of the form fitting gloves he always wore for a kill. Jonas felt the lower part of the man's spine twist and turn beneath his knee as.