It occurred to her that she really did know. She believed him completely, and even felt like she understood what he was trying to say underneath the b...luntness of his phrasing. The way he felt about her was troubling him because it made him feel like he wasn’t in control of himself. She gave him a small smile. “This is important to you, isn’t it? It isn’t just the weird feelings. It’s not knowing why.”Caine chuffed out a mirthless laugh. “You’re spending too much time around Janie.”“What, I’m. Right now…I really can’t figure out how to tell you why I feel that way. But I know him. I know this country. I know what it’s like to be criminal. And, I know some things about you. I really think that a year from now, you’re gonna have different needs and Victor’s not gonna be able to fill them. That’s when things are gonna go bad between you two.’ Cecilia’s words were met with a hard, skeptical look from the prisoner’s eyes. No, she wasn’t going to be convinced. Her only option was to give. Peter trailed a line in the dust on the table as he passed. He smelled cooking coming from the kitchen at the back of the house and thought he heard someone moving around back there, the sounds of pots and pans, forks and knives.Peter stepped into the kitchen. He could feel the warmth of the stove on his face. "Ms Franklin?" he called again.The kitchen seemed to be empty. Peter walked around the kitchen table where various steaming dishes full of food had been laid out. He stood in front of the. When the man leans over and says, "Hi Kandy," she almost spoils it, but Mitch puts his finger to his lips to shush her. She smiles really big, knowing John won't be able to see anything her and Mitch do in the dark.Instead, she looks back at the screen, wondering what Mitch will do. When she feels his hand on her leg, she knows what he has in mind. She immediately feels her pussy gush with excitement. She'd taken a sweater into the theater, because sometimes they kept it too cold. It sure came.