They moved ever so slightly, in tandem, like a soft glove that soothed them inside out… his fingers sliding down to the sensitive inner skin at the ...nuckle, then pulling away…and back up to the tiny fingertips. Her mind was not at the table, but with him… in another place, where he touched past her flesh… and penetrated her subconscious until she surrendered to him in every way. He wrapped her fingers into each other, embracing the soft fists again in his strong grasp, squeezing tenderly,. One report of me being missing or dead, and every news agency with an internet presence will see a shot of me testing a new gun site last year. How many people can shoot bull-eyes at 1475 meters? They still cannot believe all three targets went down. With the tapes of who my employer was, and who set up the shoot, no one would ever trust the government again." OK, I get the message, you will have increased attention." My family too, all of them." OK, anything else." Just pay attention to. Being a gentleman, he said nothing, though I suspect that even if he tried words would not form properly anyway!! Seating us in the cool comfort of his home with a refreshing drink I was hoping to, naturally, cool down somewhat, but Karen was sitting opposite me in an overstuffed armchair that forced her to sit with her knees higher than her chest. Her legs appeared to go on forever into that sweet place, my heart pounding with indecent thoughts running through my head like an overspeeding. "How ... how did you know who I am?" she asked in a fear filled voice. She grabbed at her throat in a protective gesture."Well," he drawled, "it just seemed to make sense that's who you would be. These guys, cops from New York, have threatened me. I beat the hell out of one in Ed's bar in Walden yesterday. Another one came out here and killed a kid I had doing chores for me. Then I shot a New York cop and killed him right here in this room last night. So, while I was trying to enjoy breakfast.