But my hand had made its way dangerously close to my cunt, my fingers only a fraction of an inch away from stirring the pink, boiling vortex of desire... there. Need. I had never been able to appreciate the all-encompassing quality of that word. Now I knew exactly how intense it could be. Need, that was what I felt for Cordelia’s closeness, for her touch - and for her mean games of teasing and embarrassment. I thought it was silly, a behavior befitting of a teenager, but my fingers nonetheless. Christopher put a finger under her chin, raised her head and gave her a gentle peck on the lips."Let's cross that bridge if and when we come to it," he said gently."At the rate you're going that's going to come sooner rather than later." Your coffee's going to get cold."She wrinkled her nose at him. "Grab my hand. No the other one, you clot. Hold tight."She leant back and reached for her mug and then came back up."Wow! Those abs!" He drew the tips of his fingers across them.She smiled at him.. He showed her what he held in his hand and Menja’s stared at the golden cocoon on his palm.“I think it’s magic and reminded me of you because I know you love everything magic. I want you to have it.”Roban pinned it to her dress right above her heart.“See, a golden brooch. Somehow I already knew it belongs to you,” he told her grinning.Menja jumped up, clutched his neck and with a puzzled look on his face Roban held the crying girl to his chest.The two men sat in opposite positions at a small. ..What if He was a psycho killer and all the other evil things she had heardabout the Internet? "I would love to talk to You, Sir. I am a little frightened though," Shereplied. Weston gave her His phone number, allowing her to call Him first, so thatshe would realize that He was safe. Ana called Him. His voice was smooth, sexyalmost sultry. It felt like warm butter over pancakes. Ana melted. Weston explainedto Ana that He wanted her to gather a few things for their next call. He asked her if.