Alice and Terri aren't very far behind her. In another hour, they'll be able to do it, too. Then all they will need is practice."The men returned from...Security Headquarters shortly after five, each with his own pulse rifle, minus power canister, to practice field stripping and reassembly. As they filed into the dining room a few minutes later, Caitlin turned to meet them. Motioning toward the food bar, "Sandwich fixings, including steaks, are on the bar as well as an assortment of fruit, and. .. you are?" she stuttered."Yes," he said, and a second finger joined the first. "But I don't love her. It is you I love. I love you, Olga. Tell me you believe that I love only you ... please!"He rubbed his slicked fingers over her clit. She jumped in her chair, tears filling her eyes. "I," she tried. The probing fingers sent hot snakes of electricity up her belly.She could not think. She could not talk. An overwhelming sadness fought with the debilitating arousal she had felt ever since she. . I feel sort of warm inside when she does that. Like, I don’t know ... she will, for real, put me first; and I just want to use that. Feel kind of bad about it, too.”That was a pleasant surprise. Two, in fact. It was good to see Megan was responding to Rose that way, enjoying it and wanting to take advantage of it. There was some desire to dominate there, beyond the mean girl she could be just to assert her status. Feeling some qualms about doing that to Rose was an even better sign. I. I use different pseudonyms for different genres of stories. My names besides my own are Gary Croswell for my young adult stories, Elizebeth Jester for my contemporary romance novels, and Becka Ballintine for my old west romances.I met CC (Carolina Catherine) Dolman when I was 27. We met in an unorthodox way. I was returning on a Friday from a New York City meeting with my publishers. I was out at the cab stand at my home airport hailing a cab when I was run over by a woman who could not see.