I threw the corpse away from me with disgust. It made a scraping, rustling sound as it hit the floor like an old hornet’s nest. I ran a hand through...my hair and choked back an inexplicable urge to giggle not with encroaching insanity but with overwhelming joy. I managed to reason: ‘Get rid of the body.’ Pulling it through the house reminded me of dragging a dead, dry log. I imagined the corpse’s arms could break in my grip, and I was half-curious to see if I bent them the wrong way if they. I also knew Christy could feel how hard I was, pressing against her.“I do promise you one thing, young lady,” I told her after we were in the kitchen and before I put her down. “You aren’t getting out of this house until I have you begging ... begging for me to make love to you.”Christy smiled one of those 1,000 megawatt smiles, before saying, “The only problem with that is YOU may be the one begging ME to make love to YOU.”Before I put her down, we kissed for a third time, only this kiss was a. He grabbed a towel from a deck chair and started to wipe himself off, leaving streaks of red across the fabric. "Don't worry! I'm fine, Professor Mercer." David and Tiffany both stared at him, waiting for further explanation. Mark stared back, "What?" "What the hell is this red shit?" David snapped in frustration. Mark shrugged, "I don't know. There was just a bunch of red gunk growing on the anchor line, it got everywhere when I undid the coupling." David collapsed into a deck chair, heart. She squirmed her way out of bed still nude as her brother woke up brushing his hand on her back. "Good morning sweetheart," Callie said pleasantly."Hmmmm morning! It's so good to wake up and see you all naked!" Nathan playfully responded.Callie laughed to face her brother. His eyes were glowing; they looked so full of life. She didn't ever remember seeing him so contented. His hair was a mess but he still managed to make her heartbeat accelerate."I'm going to get ready for work. I should get.