He resisted and inched slowly in letting her slick heat wrap him. They kissed harder against each other as he moved slowly in. Her legs wrapped around... his waist and pulled hard pressing him deep within her. They both gasped, he stayed pressed deep inside while she began to sway her hips against him. Their heads tilted back letting the incredible feeling of their closeness wash over them. He began slowly thrusting against her, a chill wind touching at their damp skin. Unable to hold a long deep. It smelled all right. She got a bowl, mixed some mayo and relish with a spoon full of the Cat food, made a sandwich. Holding her breath, she took a bite. It was surprisingly good. Looking down, Max sat there watching her. ‘I’m sorry, but I am hungry too.’ She said to him. Giggling almost insanely, she went and sat down, turning on her radio. Max climbed into her lap, giving her what she took to be a disgusted look at the idea of her eating his food. ‘I really was hungry too, honey.’ She said. I tossed and turned for half an hour before finally falling into deep sleep. I heard nothing from my neighbors through out the week, and then at midday on Friday my phone rang. It was Gabrielle and she asked if I could join her for lunch. “I uh… um, okay!” I stuttered and finally succumbed. Although she her words were polite, her tone of voice actually didn’t leave any room for a refusal.After telling my secretary to cancel my appointments for the rest of the day I rushed out of the office to. ”“Rumor has it that this assassin is of Chinese descent,” a man from the second row announces. “Can you confirm this? And if so, is she working for the Chinese government?”“At the moment that cannot be confirmed,” the president says. As he begins to look to the next reporter, the same man asks another question.“If the assassin is indeed working for the Chinese government, how likely is it that she can be linked to General Wei?”“Like I said, the investigation is under way,” McKinsey answer,.