It has to be bruising, exciting, painful, wonderful and…everything that I need right now. I’m alone, more alone than I’ve ever been in my life.... They say love is like a drug, like the best feeling in the world times four. I think it must be more like you’re just about to commit suicide, and you jump off the cliff, ready to die…then you grow wings. That must be it. It has to save you from everything you’ve ever been afraid of and everything that could ever hurt you. I’m scared to death of. The sooner we have this back in the lab the safer we’ll all be.’ James turned toward Damian for a moment then stepped back. ‘Didn’t you just say this thing was safe, well at least not radioactive? I mean what’s the rush, you drag me out here to the end of fucking no where and now you wanna get back? Fuck that.’ James pulled his black leather gloves off letting them dangle from his sleeves where they were fastened. Damian sighed. There really wasn’t any point in talking to James when he got. " She chewed on the biscuit in her mouth.Bess chuckled deep in her throat, a nearly mechanical sound. "Ain' no way to tell, chile, no way a'tall." She turned the spit slowly and sucked her teeth. "Love's jus' a mystery, uh huh." Must be some way to know. People're getting married, having children, living together for years and years, how do they figure it out?" They don't, mos' don't nohow," the white-haired woman said, a smile creasing her dark face. "You has to take some chances in this life.. He obviously knows what he is doing and his sensual movements are like waves at a lakeside as they build up and recede gently with pressure and proximity to my sensitive areas. I love his fingers gliding up my legs and grasping my glutes. Soft moans come out with my breaths and I remember how much you like my sounds when I am in the zone. In the middle of a gentle thought about what you might be seeing, I realize there are more than two hands on me. I smile knowing you are grasping me too, with.