Once the elevator doors closed behind us, Chris turned and pressed my face against his chest. His other arm wrapped around me, his chin resting agains... my head."No matter what happens, I'm right here, Holly." I-I just met you. You don't have to do this." I want to, okay?"I nodded. I didn't have the energy to argue logic with him at the moment. I resolved to just be grateful that he was with me.As soon as the doors opened again, I stepped out into an alternate reality. I walked beside him, but I. And to his people he was a god. When Ada first met him in the drawing room of the French embassy, he was wearing a tuxedo—and wearing it quite well—and was the center of an obviously erudite conversation in French with a small, select group of diplomats and Malay government leaders. If it hadn’t been for his Chinese features, dark bronze skin, and the pony tail that his black hair was pulled into, Ada would have assumed he was yet another European ambassador. But, no, she had thought. He was. He slowly moved to her boobs and started sucking them madly. She was trying very hard to control her moans by biting her lips. She was getting her boobs sucked in public and enjoying the moment. He was biting her nipples and takes all her breast in his mouth as much possible.Then he made her lie down on the empty seats beside them and opened her salwar as he moved down kissing and tasting every bit of her lower body (her navel, hips). She was holding her head as he moved down and kissed her. Jackson. "Your use of thin rope will make this poor girl thrash and kick for a long time." "She will die in less than five minutes," said the judge. "And she will piss and shit herself too." "The townsfolk will love it," said the sheriff. "Besides, we can cut the rope into little pieces and sell it for a good money and split the difference. "Very well," said the judge. "Get a good night's sleep and we will all enjoy a good hanging tomorrow. Then Dr. Jackson will have the body."Alone in her.