Sunday morning she sat at her desk and read back over the last time she’d talked to Seth. Everything was going fine between them and he seemed to be... doing better. So why hadn’t he been back, she kept asking. Mid-afternoon she was still there, looking at a blank screen, and trying not to panic. She didn’t even have a way to check on him because of what he did. She sat in her pajamas and forced herself to stay awake. The will to be there for him was so strong she swore she saw the screen pop up. I let myself drift back to times when she and I were together, and I recall the feel of her naked form above me, arching her back and then leaning in to brush her lips against mine. I would run my hands down her body, from the curve of her breasts slowly down to her hips, marveling at the taut muscle and soft flesh that her yielding body presented. Gently I would sit up, kneeling, pulling her to me, delighting in the sensuous pleasures afforded me by the caress of her skin on mine, by the. “You look good enough to eat.” A coy smile swept across the handsome man’s lips. She worked her walk over to him but he pushed her away, ignoring her. It was not what she was expecting. And with those words he closed the door, leaving Rowan in the Victorian room alone in Marie’s body. The sound of Buddhist temple bells filled the silence; Rowan picked up the phone and read his message. He instructed her to meet him three blocks away. She felt scared, walking down the darkened street alone. The. I feel it. Anyway, Miles needs him.’ ‘Needs him for what?’ She sat up waiting for my answer. ‘Think about it for a minute. Martin told Miles someone was on their way here. Knowing Martin, he wouldn’t have said anymore than that to Miles. That must be why he was getting the whipping. Beating the answers out of him. Miles seemed to be pretty vexed though. I guess Martin wasn’t planning on saying anything else.’ ‘I hope he’s still ali…’ A shot of steam flew straight into the air from beside her..