"Did you like being groped?" she whispers."Yes" I reply quietly. My mind is ablaze with wondering. How many times has she been touched in public by st...angers? How often has she felt the dizzy ambiguity of emotion? The eagerness in her kissing, her questing tongue, her commanding manner and busy finger, all point to an emotional response I have hitherto not been aware of. Here is something new and exciting. I let my hands slide under her shirt and my fingers reach into her arm pits where the. It would also give the fourof them a chance to spend some time together, help Maggie ease into thefull time role of little sister, and offer the opportunity to see someinteresting sights. The most "interesting" site they encountered ontheir pilgrimage to Maggie's didn't just change their lives, it gavethem life. In Rebecca's case, it gave her two lives. The girls had been taking shifts driving, and the Cherokee had madefew stops, save for food and gas, since they had left California a. When she told me she loved me, the intensity of those words returned full force. I did love her. More than I wanted to. It was a masochistic romance to be sure, but I was still utterly hooked, pulled back into the blissful euphoria of those first few months when she looked at me like that. Like I was still her whole world. Zane handed us another round of drinks and continued to busy himself at the bar. The pretty redhead was laughing at something he’d said, amused in the way women typically. She smiled and said, "Hello Marissa."Confused, Marissa looked at William wondering if he was gay. He turned back to her and looked her in the eye. Getting down to business, he said, "Natalie and Nicole said that you might help us stop a sexual predator. Do you think you're up to the challenge?"Incredulous at even having the question asked, Marissa looked over at Natalie open mouthed. She asked, "Is he for real?" Yes," Nicole answered with a grin. Turning to look at Natalie, she said, "You owe.