‘Fran, lay back and let me make love to you,’ he said, pushing her back. She looked at him with dilated eyes, kissed him, and then nodded. He held... her shoulders and pushed her back down on the ground, and kissed her mouth and throat again, giving her chills of pleasure. He cupped both her breasts in his hands, held them together, and went from one sensitive nipple to the other, and in between. Then his tongue found her navel again, and he circled it with an ever-increasing spiral, until he. .. ah, it's not abstract. I..." "Does it excite you Paul? Do you fear what you see? Who is she Paul?" Shelanguidly dropped her left hand to rest softly in his lap the cause ofhis discomfort pulsing under the palm of her hand. Twitching inindecision and animal longing.Her right hand grasped the edge of the drawing and lifted it slightly soit was more upright in front of them. He turned and gazed deeply into hereyes and again tried to read her thoughts. All he saw was the intenseblue heat of an. We should be able to put the fear of God into that man. I still have four spare discs. What do you think of that?"Jake, who thought the scheme entirely harebrained, was much in favour of it. Alfred, after some consideration, said he would go along but should dress up for the part. Provide some refined contrast to us bumpkins.He left with Jake for a few minutes to reappear spiffed up in a medium-grey pin-striped double-breasted suit, immaculate white shirt, Harvard tie, gold cuff links with. I felt that I had taken far too many chances already, pushing my lucktoo much. Like a balloon that was close to popping, I knew that I wasbeing too careless with it. I grabbed them all and moved them to theleft of the others, ensuring that they were hidden behind them. AlthoughI was a bit gutted that I could no longer view them, my common sense wastelling me that I had done the correct thing.They were still hanging up like my grandma had requested, exactly wherethey were meant to be, however I.