It would take care of any people not authorized to be there. While it wouldn't actually kill anyone, it would render them unconscious, and keep them t...at way until his return.Eric hated the defensive shield, which was used against possible or actual mental probes from paranormal people. It made his head buzz, but he would eventually get used to it. Until he did get used to it, though, he would just grit his teeth.He was sitting in the main room of the inn. Breakfast was long over now, and he. She brought her shoulders together as she fumbled and fumbled for her keys. That should spill out a lot of her breasts, she thought. And, oh so innocent. Teasing was fun.Standing, she caught him gazing down her dress. She didn't blush, he did. Ha, she thought, I have become sophisticated. She unlocked the door and he followed her in to deposit the bags on the kitchen table."Coffee?" she asked."Yeah, fine."As the coffee perked she sat on a raised kitchen stool and her skirt rode up to mid-thigh.. I missed his unique perspective on the world and the philosophical conversations we had, so drastically different from the ones I have with Brian. And, I missed the thing that I tried to suppress most of all: the raw, feral passion with which he owned my body and made it his. I missed the insatiable hunger in his eyes when he went down on me. I missed the maniacal way that he slammed himself deep inside me. Perhaps most of all, I missed how we both were able to indulge our deepest, most secret. Jason returned to the car, now in a white t-shirt, his tight jeans riding low. She could still smell the sweat on him as he slid into the car; her favorite scent, all manly and raw. She slipped her sunglasses on and smiled to herself as she started the car back up.She drove the country roads around their house, the warm spring air rushing in the windows. The car rode surprisingly smooth despite the noise it made. The seats were deep and comfortable, too.Jason was distracted by Danielle's hair.