You lay me back onto my bed, and you just lean over me, staring into my eyes. Im running my fingers up and down your chest. You lean over and kiss me...so passionately. And I feel you slowly enter me. I take a deep breath and sigh into your mouth. You push forward into me, filling me completely. Your kissing my neck, as your slowly moving in and out of me. I wrap my legs around your waist, and pull you further into me.. Your thrusts become harder, and a bit faster. Our bodies becoming one. Everyone in the Middle East was angry about something. Hezbollah was sending dozens of rockets at Israel, Jordan and Egypt; the same rockets were misfiring, falling back on their own communities.Hamas and Hezbollah were infighting now in another power struggle. Some things never change.I checked in with Andy; it had been a while. The French terrorists who were to wear suicide vests or were to be shooters had all been tried and executed.The cells in the security zone now held mostly cartel. Especially not at 8am to go to someone’s cult gathering when it’s 20 degrees outside and I can be warm and asleep. You left a message on the phone. Usually when you leave a message there is a nice ring to your voice, something loving the way it teases as it says, ‘See you soon’. But none of that today. The christian zealot is mad I did not attend the Mass to thank the God who saved his very life from the hands of cancer. I went there once, though. To pray. I had teary eyes and a nice dagger. ‘Sorry, Meg. I thought you were enjoying it.’ ‘Hush. I am. Sit up a second.’ He straightened and I reached behind me in that double-jointed fashion we women have, unfastened my halter and with a shrug of my shoulders was suddenly bare to the waist. I put my arms around his neck and kissed his nose, then leaned back. ‘Carry on, Mike. I’m sure they’ll taste nicer without the cloth.’ ‘Meg, you are so beautiful,’ Mike whispered, then let his lips do the talking. I think I came, but I’m not certain..