She raised herself up on her elbows. Her breasts pendulous and her hair a little mussed, she looked like a mid 1960's pinup. Softly she said once agai..., "I told you I'm not...normal?" With a hint of question, and a hint of fear. I assured her warmly without reservation. She put a hand on my neck and kissed me. As she rolled onto her back our lips locked in the sweetest kiss I'll ever know. All I could think of was her. And then I felt something I could not comprehend. Skin. Her. But not her. It. “Cut out all the overthinking. Ignore the doubt and the worry. What do your instincts say?” Lace pushed.“That’s the problem.” Jack sounded tired. “I’m torn. My instincts are pulling me in different directions.”“Fight or run,” Lace said, sounding like she understood.“Yes, precisely. But either choice means I might lose something very important to me,” Jack said “At least here, in the middle with no choice made, I might not have what I want but I can still see the important things and know they. In a strange way, I was actually glad for the change. Not that there were any ghosts of the past hanging around or anything, but it was a new beginning for us, and one that I was anxiously looking forward to, not to mention once again pursuing what I hoped would be an even better, more intimate situation for all of us. It was the roll top desk and the still hidden manila file folder with the pictures in it that once again opened the door to possibilities.We had pretty much gotten all settled in. ’ ‘Alright, Ma’am. Sorry for the intrusion.’ He took one last look around the room then walked out and headed back toward the kitchen. ‘Ah, Ma’am, I’ll just need to get some basic information from you, name, date of birth, phone numbers, that kind of stuff.’ The woman looked truly pained at this point, anxious for the cop to get out of her house. She walked into the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast room table. ‘I’d get you some coffee, but I think they took the coffee maker,’ her voice was.