Her eyes were so swollen that she could barely see. Her phone was buzzing beside her, there was a message on her voicemail and tons of text messages.... Did she dare read them? She checked the texts, there were eleven of them, all from her husband. She selected the first one he sent. *I’m sorry, I know it isn’t what you want to hear from me right now but I am sorry. And the next…. *Lillia, I am sorry… *How did you know I was going to be there? Did you know I was going to be there? Were you. To the officer patting him down, Cal said "The gun has only his prints," and he motioned with his head toward the shooter. "Safety is off. There's a ricochet mark from the second shot right over there." Again he motioned with his head.When the police were satisfied that Vick and Cal were not threats, they were moved away from the attackers, but not close to their four companions. Two officers stayed with them and began taking statements as the first ambulance arrived.The next hour and a half. Our lips are locked like a chastity belt and our tongues are engaged in a wrestling match that would put a prison riot to shame. Our bodies are interlaced to the point where I don't know where mine ends and your begins. The intense passion that has just been ignited within both of us rivals anything we've experienced before this point. We're both locked into a rhythm. It's like part of a symphony. We're playing our own parts, but they're both locked in and synthesized to the point that. None of the shit i care about. She finally tells me if i wanna come back to her room for some more drinks since it still snowing and i dont know how to drive in snow anyways. I tell her hell yeah maybe ill stick my finger in her ass while i have a drink and she just laughs and says i am fitly and need to promise to behave. Yeah right i promise ill only stick it in half way. She was staying at the Kipton around the corner. We walked through two feet of snow. In her room she had Mikes Hard.