I move my hands to behind me and rub him through his trousers, as he moves his arms to stroke my bum. We some how manage to walk like this, though to ...y bedroom. The room is all soft lights and subdued music. Ryan slowly undresses me, for the second time that night, taking his time, kissing me as he uncovers another bit. He reaches round my back and unclips my bisque and takes it off, swooping my breasts in his hands pushing them together trying but failing to get both nipples in his mouth at. .. it would be back around the '90s? There was this sort of neo-folk singer named Joan Osbourne, and she sang a song, 'One of Us'? One of the lyrics was 'What if God was one of us?'"My alarm stepped up a notch, and I looked at him cynically. "Yes?" Tara, I'm... well, I'm not going to claim to be God. But I created you."My instincts began to step up a notch, and I tensed to leap out of the booth.He closed his eyes, and spoke very quietly under his breath, "But, then I thought to myself, what the. Unbeknown to her someone was very aware that she was all by herself and was planning to take full advantage of that fact. Slowly and quietly unlocking the front door he slipped into the house checking for any signs of life when he spotted the bottles of wine and smiled to himself as he slipped down the hall to the open bedroom door. He watched the woman sleep her breathing shallow her body motionless, he took a deep breath through his nose and found the distinct aroma of her flowing juices and. It’s overdue.”Clunk.I looked up from my laptop, frowning.Thok. Clunk.The booms coming through the roof of the Jeep sounded like the first moments of a hailstorm. But that was impossible in the dusty September streets of Gaza.I saw something blur at the window and bounce off. I was thrown back in the seat as the vehicle surged, the convoy taking off through the street.“Yakob?” I turned to the Shin Bet lead agent beside me.“Stones,” he said, one hand on his assault rifle, index finger extended.