That seemed pretty clear: sheclaimed this territory and wanted me to pay for the privilege of usingit. Well screw her and her stupid rocks! I had the ...mazon's body, and Iwasn't about to let myself get pushed around by the likes of her! I putmy hands on my hips and tried to look tough, but she whipped the stoneat me and hit my shin.Pain flared up, and I almost collapsed. The Vixen picked up anotherstone, and I backed off for cover. I limped as I walked, but I felt likethere wasn't any permanent. Gregg's eyelids might as well have had weights attached to them...Nate Hampshaw looked out the window from his brownstone apartment on Clark Street. He would have liked to open the windows, but in this summer heat, everybody else's would be open, and there'd be no hiding what he was doing from his neighbors. He wasn't so concerned about the ones with which he shared walls, ceiling, or floor. No, it was everyone else, in all the other buildings, in passing cars, or walking along the sidewalk. She was attractive, but not overly so. She had the timeworn appearance of one aged beyond her years by a difficult life. Zoraster knew it for what it was, the body of a whore — and yet he also knew it was not.Reaching out to touch the corpse, he ran his fingers over its cold, stiff flesh. Squeezes of the muscles and movement of the limbs revealed nothing indicating the body was not exactly as it appeared. "So, it seems the first stage is a perfect success. I am pleased. Now, let us see the true. She was responding to my cold hand’s touch by shivering. I started playing with her boobs, pinching and rubbing her nipples.I was kissing her lips and neck and my hands were exploring her body which was like a piece of art. I looked around to see if anybody was watching us, but luckily there were not that many people in the hall. Except for us and 2 other couples who were enjoying their time and too busy to look at us. This gave me more confidence.I removed my hand from her top and glided it.