Eventually her cousin came back to her, looking even more run off his feet, but he smiled when he saw her nacho plate picked almost clean. ‘You sure...know how to pack it away, Kait,’ he said and poured her another drink, a soft drink this time. ‘Bite me,’ she replied without malice. She was full and relaxed and didn’t mind her cousin’s jokes. ‘I want to hear more,’ he said. Kaitlyn glanced around before answering. The lounge had quieted down some, most of the noise in the building now coming. You start to say somethingbut I take my finger and press it up against your lips and lean in for a soft, sweet kiss. Running my tongue over your bottom lip I taste the wintergreen mint or gum you must have had at some point.Reaching up I caress my hand over your collar bone, up and around your neck as I lean in for a deeper taste of your mouth. Breaking the kiss as I lower myself to the floor between your spread legs,one foot into my hands I start to take your shoe off. Never breaking eye. I took up my spot next to the middle-aged woman and we were off. The traffic on the road was pretty bad, no wonder the shuttle hadn’t arrived yet. We sat, baking in the sun, in bumper-to-bumper traffic for a while. I began to worry about making my flight when suddenly Jarhead took a hard left across the highway and up a grassy embankment. I grabbed for the top of the windshield. Everyone held on as best they could while the jeep bounced up and over the rough terrain. ‘I know of a shortcut along. "You're just doing that Bob said all men do... looking for a childbearing woman. I think about having sex with my own father." Did he ever... ?" Roger's question was obvious.Her laugh was part scorn and part explosive release of tension."No way! He's a Deacon in the church. He'd never speak to me again if he ever found out I thought about him that way. He'd disown me. I could never go back home, ever again." So that's why you don't want to marry..." Roger couldn't remember her fiancé's.