I parked the car at the side of the house and opened the back door before opening the boot and cutting the tie holding her legs. She didn’t struggle...as I pulled her out of the boot and onto her feet. Her head was hanging forward and I could hear rasping sobs coming from inside the hood as fear and the lack of oxygen combined to subdue her. I gripped the back of her jacket and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the door behind me. I started to push her through the kitchen and up to the stairs. ”“That ‘What if?’ stuff only seems possible with perfect knowledge of what happened in our actual lives. You have no clue what would have happened with Birgit’s death, with me going to Sweden, or anything else. Heck, change THAT, and maybe Birgit and Jonas become lovers and don’t go sailing and I never go to Sweden. I’d be a completely different person. That’s why I don’t play those silly games.”“I know, but it was meant to convey how I felt about you; how I feel about you. What might have been. And then she fingered the taut leather which had moulded neatly around her cunt.Sarah, in fact, hadn't noticed that Kip was watching her. She realized that she had to quit preening and go back downstairs to her house guest who had been a perfect gentleman, her being a married woman and all. She knew that her erotic thoughts were out of line and it would be best to give Kip a drink and sent him on his way. She could almost hear her husband saying, "Now Sarah, be practical."Kip watched as she. I just wanted to bang her aganist the wall and kiss her rubbing my hands down her blouse undo her bra and squeezing her tits. Running my mouth as far down her throat as I can possibly can. I start breaking into a cold sweat I run stright down the stair almost 17flights in one breath only to reach the lower garage out of breath trying to catch my breath trying to breath. As I calmly walk my way to my office and for the rest of the night I stay put I glue myself to my sit n stay there unless I am.