.by the time he let go from their kiss, she was out of breath and laid her hear on his shoulder, panting…he took one hand to soothe her back as she ...atch for breath… Ready? he asked, speaking right on her ear, when she was breathing normally yet still deep… without hesitation she said…I trust you… and she felt him smiling…then wooosh, they were moving fast…wind was blowing her hair…she can hear the leaves flying along their path…she cant see anything still but somehow, surprisingly, she felt as. Occasionally, though, we do find each other in the room at the same time.The moment in question, interestingly-enough, was a late evening shift. As I patrolled, I was checking the housekeeping rooms as well as the hallways. Everything was normal until I was on 3rd floor. I scanned the key card, and gently pushed open the door (to minimize noise that would bother the guests). After swinging the door open, there stood Angelina. Actually, she wasn't standing so much as she was leaning. Her legs. Jennifer quickly passed by and arrived outside Room 35,the room used by the Father Confessor.Jennifer took a few moments to gather her thoughts and then knocked at the door.A voice from inside bid her to enter. Jennifer came into a room that was completly lit by candles which cast shadows along the book lined walls.In front of her behind a large old wooden table she could make out a figure wearing a long black habit,similar to what the nuns wear.There was a large hood on the habit and the. Jackson knew that it was only through Mr. Lessing's kindness that he was alive and happy today: he owed everything to his benefactor, and would have done anything his boss told him to.As for the other person who drew Jackson's half-witted but undivided gaze, Laura Wilson, she moved back and forth unaware that the burly giant could hardly take his eyes off her. But Jackson kept staring in a way that was not so much lusting as it was fascination - the fascination a child might have with a.