“It was destiny,” she said when she had laid her head against my chest again. “Fate put Henri in your path and led you to me. I am made for yo...u.” I held her tightly. “I have no doubt that you are.” Her hand brushed lightly across my abdomen and I trembled as she closed her fingers lightly around my limp penis. She trailed kisses along the path her hand had taken and I moaned loudly when her lips brushed against the head of my cock. My body’s response was immediate and profound. . . Yeah, that's exactly what I meant. The damned insurgents have tumbled to the way the bleeding hearts on TV have us pinned down with needing permission to swat a fly, so they are getting bolder by the hour. With TV along, they would have to have killed one of us before I could get permission to shoot over there. From the looks of things, that could well be where the fucking IED was triggered from."Fire another burst just for luck. SON ... OF ... A ... BITCH! Look at the bastards run. Give 'em. ’ His voice turned quickly to that ‘boss’ tone that he’s known for. ‘She’s not buying your shit anymore. Things have changed while you were gone. Changed in a big way. So don’t get all sentimental on me, just do your job.’ ‘The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.’ I muttered to myself as I took the elevator down another floor to the workspaces. I truly wasn’t looking forward to this. Billie and I parted on pretty harsh terms after a blown operation that should have cost us our jobs. . "Since you met her, you've been acting strange. I don't know who you are anymore. I know you've been depressed. Please, let me help. It's obvious to me that you're deeply troubled about something. You hardly pay any attention to Sam and me. Your hanging around with her is hurting us. You're smart enough to know what I'm saying. I don't want you to see her any more. If you still care about our marriage, listen to me. Respect my feelings about this, please." She tensed and I could see a resentful.