The next thing I felt was an immense stabbing pain on my lower stomach as Kathleen stood firstly with one foot on me and then both. The pain rapidly i...tensified as presumably she leaned back on her heels and yes I screamed, but it just made a farty noise against Janets crotch. Frantically I tried to twist my head sideways to get a breath, crying with the pain Kathleens heels were causing me. I heard Janet say, "Ooooh Kathleen that felt great against my marigold, hurt him more so he does it. She drew the long maglite from her belt and started to explore the back of the building that was supposedly broken into. Nothing, the informant wasn't even on scene, no sign of a break in. There it was, in the far corner, almost hidden from view by that rubbish skip. It looked like the bottom of the security grill had been pulled away. As she walked over to take a closer look she was caught in the glare of the motion activated light. Temporarily blinded by its intensity, she squinted her eyes. She slammed the phone down hard enough I was afraid she might break the switchhook or knock the phone off the wall.“I have to go home,” she complained.“Why?”“Because she ‘said so’. I HATE when she does that.”“My dad says that’s the dumbest reason ever, and means either the person who says it doesn’t want to tell you or knows they’re wrong and don’t want to argue.”“I’ll see you tomorrow.”“I have hockey practice right after school.”“Arrrrggghhhh!”We walked out the door and Rachel went home and I. His voice was shaking."The connection. Us. Our bodies. The blood. In you, in me, on you, on me. Before we were empty vessels, and now we're full, full of life, the same life in you and in me. The same life in two different bodies. Do you feel it?"Whispers in the dark. The crowd, whoever they were, were very close now. "Do you feel it?" she asked again. "Yes," he said. And he did. She threw herself down on top of him, lips bound together, and now she didn't draw away from his kiss. He held her.