She made a frantic grab with the other hand as Tim was lifted out of the window, still clinging with just one hand. The other arm hung limply from the...blow of a falling beam.Stretching as far as she dared, Carrie caught the collar of Tim's coat. She clung to him, yelling at him. "Don't you let go, damn you. Hold on." Tim seemed dazed and she could see marks on his helmet indicating he had been struck by falling debris there as well as on the arm. She shouted louder, forgetting the radio was on. Amy was Steve's only daughter. She was 17 years old and had just begun her senior year in high school. She was a member of the school tennis team and was hoping to receive an athletic scholarship towards college."Linda and I are very proud of her. She is doing well," Steve said."Speaking of Linda, where is your better half?" Sean wondered."She's at her sister's house working on decorating or some such thing. Won't be back until later on," Steve said."I'm getting another beer, anybody else need. " I said. "Jet lag i guess."He laughed and I noticed he was looking at the book that I was inspecting a the moment he'd approached me. It happened to be a older leatherbound copy of Victorian erotica opened to a story about a Lord of the Manor and his shemale lover. "Are you a devotee of erotica?" he asked with an inquisitive look."I can appreciate some of the better writing but I wouldn't say I was a huge fan." I answered. "I do like the age and condition of this volume however." I have more. He leaned in further and our lips met. I was lost in the moment. He parted my lips with his and caressed my tongue with his. I reached my arm around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I felt a need within me that had never been so strong. We kissed deeply and passionately, taking no notice of the time. I had never been kissed like this before. There was so much more to it than a simple kiss. There was love passing between us. Soon we were so close that my breasts were pressed against his.