Hefelt as if he was plunging off the edge off a one hundred foot high cliffinto water surrounded by jagged rocks. He had his eyes shut closed as hesto...d stiffly in the middle of the room, afraid to open his eyes.Eventually he did. As his eyelids slowly lifted open he half expected tosee some shocked janitor in front of him. But there wasn't. He was stillalone and he let out a gasp of relief.He couldn't believe his actions but he grabbed an old battered tennisracket and ball. His heart was. " I looked at sweet, sexy Gwen and I wanted to throw her down again and I knew she was playing with him. He looked like he was about to devour her, "I do know, but I will not do it to you. I am not strong enough to know when to stop." He had a guilty look on his face, "But Scarlet is more then strong enough, always was even when I had met her when she was young. Actually she should already know it; first she must suck your blood Gwen until you are nearly gone, then she will cut herself and make. The girl in the flowing hair and business suit that afternoon had vanished. Bell might have missed his cue had he not been rather impertinently examining her figure before he knew who it was. When she had noticed it, she smiled—and everything clicked and he shot to his feet. She looked pleased. Perhaps it was the easy, athletic way he came forward. Bell still did some jujitsu because the agents with whom he worked, especially abroad, usually were exceptionally fit, and—hey, you never knew. Now,. Sandra was beginning to feelthe wine, having never been a strong drinker even as a man, and couldn'thelp but feel a stirring within her. The warmth was back, her imbibingincreasing her arousal. Her nipples stood at full attention beneath herblouse, but Sandra no longer cared. Right now she had to focus on themission, no matter how strong her desire was. She brought the glass toher lips to find that it was dry, as well as Derek's."Would you look at that, look like we're due for a refill. Don't.