No, she was just pulling his leg."Like pour you a drink?" That's more like. A lemonade and lime please." Your every wish."He did that and poured himse...f a light ale.She smiled. "Thanks, Hal," she said warmly but, unable to restrain herself from teasing him, "a bit mingy on the ice." When you've drunk a bit and the ice has melted I might consider topping you up." Oh you would, would you?" Yup! With a touch more lemonade and lime if you felt the extra ice might dilute it too much." Oh Lord!" she. I curled tighter,but I couldn't have scurried away from him. His hand brushed the side ofmy hip, and I fought back a shiver. The touch made me acutely aware ofhow aroused I had been. I had been able to control myself only out ofthe fear that masturbating to the thoughts I had would erode the self Istill had."Do you still want that ice cream?"I did, though he insisted I come eat it to the balcony. The evening sunstill shone into the valley, and its warmth was not unpleasant on myskin. Being fed. Herupright tits even without abra were like she waswearing a push-up bra. Hernipples were poppingthrough it’s thin material ofher T-shirt. Her T-shirt wasshort enough to show herbally area.I hugged back and gave herthe bottle of her favoritewine.“wow!…that’s so nice ofyou…it’s my favoriteone…you remember it!!!” sheexclaimed. And gave me apack on my cheek.“I am glad you love it!” Iresponded.“I am gonna open it now…myfavorite is yourstoo…right?!” Alpa went inkitchen to get the wineopener.“You. 31. I never understood why a man would bother with a .31, since it wasn't powerful enough to stop a dog, much less a man, at a range of 25 feet. Then I heard the Navy fire and the sound of a woman's scream of pain.Shit, who would be shooting at a woman? There weren't enough of them to go around, as it was, so no sane man wanted one dead. I had thought to ignore the gunfight, but now I just couldn't. Even if the woman was in the wrong, I didn't want her killed.I started sneaking toward where I.