‘I’m not the cuddle up to type, Liz’ I walked towards her front door again, determined to leave if she didn’t talk again, not wanting to stay ...ny longer than I had to. After all, she was looking for something that I couldn’t provide, and even if I could, I didn’t want to. As I opened her front door and left, getting to my car out front and putting the keys in the ignition, I saw a car pull up behind me, a man stepping out and walking with some difficult to Lisa’s front door, and entering. "Such fatalism from the Robin Hood of Brooksville High," he said, walking into my room and sitting on the bed. "I thought you were the self-appointed fair deal sheriff down there. What happened to your confidence, boy-o?"Another shrug. "There's nothing I can do," I said, pausing in my typing. "Sure, I was able to push a few buttons with kids and such, but this is different. This is way out of my league. I'm just one skinny high school kid. They'd step on me like a bug." So what you're saying is. I wasted my whole life trying to prove I was something I was not." "Over the years I served with a lot of good men, and Victor Shemanski was among the best." Norma went on. "I was angry and flustered when I heard about how that land mine had blown off your manhood. Then the nightmares started. I dreamed I had been the one injured. At least twice a week I had that nightmare. Suddenly I realized I was really sick. Something had to be wrong in my head to make me have the unconscious desire. He saw her nakedness in the depth of black pupils staring into his – and finally – unable to resist any longer – he pressed his fingers gently against hers. She couldn’t take her eyes away – absorbed in the fluidity of seduction, drowning without even attempting to save herself. His touch was warm, inviting – she slipped her fingers, one by one, between his… stroking up and down, caressing him. He closed his hands around hers – the connection was so powerful she felt branded with his.