Wondering if one of Jo’s friends had told her she’d seen him going into Greer’s home he croaked, ‘How did you know she was back at the beach?�...� ‘I read a small story in today’s New Zealand Herald. She refused to be interview but they published a story anyway after confirming facts about her and having the photograph of her sent by her publishers. Darling, our Greer Walsh is one of my favourite authors, I have seven of her romance paperbacks. She must have had a face job since the time I knew. Hey, I never got to talk to you about what you thought of the 350 exam yesterday.’ ‘I was completely shocked that Stevens actually expected us to draw out the full thermodynamic cyclic process for the refrigerator, especially after he said it wouldn’t be on the test,’ Cara said rolling her eyes in obvious frustration. ‘But otherwise it wasn’t that much different from the practice exam.’ ‘Well, I definitely want to talk to you more about it. When do you get your break?’ Cara looked over her. I must be crazy to agree to this, she thought. But what choice do I have. I love him and I want him so bad. In a few minutes she heard footsteps and Adrian entered, closing the door behind him. He had brought an emergency lantern and he put it on the floor a corner and it lit up the crypt. He stared at her and said, "Alright, if we are doing this, get naked." He threw a blanket on floor. She started unbuttoning her blouse and she watched him hungrily as he unbuckled his jeans. He stopped midway. . .’ Time seemed to have stood still. Snama felt his gaze on her center as a palpable caress, felt its warmth gradually transform into a searing heat. It took all her self control not to close her thighs, not to squirm, not to roll over, not to take her eyes away from his face. He was stock still, his eyes riveted in a fixed focus on the entrance to the core of her. She felt herself melting, liquefying under the intense heat of his gaze. She felt herself very naked, totally exposed, and yet.