Haar borsten drukken tegen mijn borstkas. Haar handen zoeken zich een weg onder mijn shirt over mijn rug. Ik voel haar nagels over mijn rug krassen. H...ar stijve tepels priemen tegen mijn borstkas. Ik voel het warme zachte vlees van haar borsten onder me. Haar en mijn ademhaling is snel en gejaagd door de geilheid, door de passie die er tussen ons heerst. Ze stond op en ze deed haar jurk uit, zodat ze nog alleen haar zwart slipje aan had. Ze kwam weer op het bed zitten en liet zich achterover. "And that one in the front is the chick I saw in my head."Cassie stared at Richie for a moment, then shifted her gaze to the approaching figures.A tall, lean woman with flowing black hair was picking her way carefully through the detritus that littered the unfinished floor of the library. She carried a flashlight. Or rather, they assumed it was a flashlight. While it had the familiar electric lamp and reflector, it was shaped and carried much like a lantern.She was dressed in clothing similar. I will be available when it is time for you to go back.’ He said as his suit turned a nice deep blue. ‘Don’t want to be well known just yet.’ He said as he took off his sunglasses that he had kept on the entire time since she had seen him. Tina gagged as she looked at his face. ‘WHAT happened to your eyes?’ ‘The story I am to tell is that I worked for the CIA and this was the end result of one of the attempts to silence me and what I know. In actuality.’ Tina nearly crawled out the window when. ’ ‘I suppose that somewhere in the world there will be someone that looks like me. Who do you think I look like?’ ‘You look a lot like a friend of mine that I knew from school. We were in high school and there was a bit of trouble and he left town suddenly and that’s the last that I saw of him.’ I loaded a pack with provisions, enough for a couple of hours at least, and grabbed my prospecting pick. ‘I’d better make a start, I don’t want to be caught up there late in the afternoon, especially if.