God, I wish it would rain. I really do love the rain. The air is heavy around us as we lay in our bed. I turn to look at you, see you lying beside me....I think about how I never get tired of watching you sleep and the happiness you bring to me. The sheet is pushed down, your body is naked and white against the darkness of the room and I think about touching you, waking you. Wanting to tell you how much I care for you, but sleep eases all the worries of the world from your face. Beautiful, I. The passenger door swung open. One tall, bald-headed man stepped out and my gut turned. His eyes were dead-set on Viktor, there was no doubt about it. I opened my mouth, but Viktor’s fist was already raised. My hand went straight for the knife in my garter. A man’s hand went covered my mouth and I screamed through his fat fingers. He hoisted me up and into the black car, all the while muffling my voice. Bone on bone rung in my ears. I pressed my nose to the window, and ripped at the locked. "Fair enough, but why do you want rid of Joan of Arc? She was burned at the stake for your team. Is she that annoying?" I asked, truly puzzled by that."In a word, yes. She keeps preaching at me about the nudes, okay, and it's getting rather old. Maybe you can break her of that," Raphael answered, visibly agitated."Well, we will, but you won't get her back. Just a warning. Once we swap, this is a one-time deal. No more prisoner exchanges. Are we clear?" I declared."Very well, then. Let's do this. I heard the subtle changes of her breathing as she too became more aroused. I lost track of thought. Feeling. Feeling was all I understood. Touching her. Kissing her. My fingers worked feverishly at the buttons of her blouse. I pulled the silky material out of her skirt waistband. Her delicate bra was like a blush against her skin. Her dark nipples poked proudly from it. I unsnapped the front closure and cupped her bare breast. She gasped inside my mouth as we kissed. My fingers found her.