"I want to see you", he asked breaking the silence. "I would like that, same location" I asked smiling. "Yes, same location" he responded.I met him at...the 7-11, the same location that I first laid eyes on him. I sat in my truck as I did the same night anxiously waiting for his arrival. I saw him pull into the parking lot in his black on black Mercedes with limo tinted windows. I only envisioned what was behind the glass. He got out of his car walking towards my truck. His steps where in slow. They were all here. All of them. The dead ... well, the missing. And she knew them. Had memorized them. Dreamed of them. Given them personalities, voices. Anthony, the Manager. Dark haired, mustached. Thin, but strong. Afraid of nothing. Tammy, the office girl. Blonde, sweet, shy. Alicia, the scar faced cheerleader. Sad, but bubbly. Melinda, the geek. Smart, awkward. Nona, the dark skinned cashier. Foreign, mysterious. Chuck, the stock boy. Chubby, cheerful. Justin. Short, brown skinned. Good. . where would I go?"Brock looked at me and nodded. I had a sudden sense of deja vu when I realized that the quick movement was the same signal he'd given David Solomon after meeting me for the first time. It meant Brock had made up his mind about Jeff and had no objection to his being recruited. Only this time, I was the one doing the recruiting. That meant Jeff would be joining my team, not Solomon's. It was a sneaky way of telling me I would be the one responsible for him."Jeff? Do you want. I raised a leg putting it between hers and resting it against her mons. I kissed and licked her neck from her jaw line to her collarbone creating little goose bumps all over her flesh. She responded by rocking her hips against my leg. I kept moving downwards with my kissing, even adding a few nibbles here and there on her upper breast. I reached over and exposed the other breast, the one nearest me, so I could feel her hard nip on my tongue. I kissed around her entire breast leaving an ever.