I stuck my tongue out just a little and touched it against her, tasting her. By this time I was less nervous, sure that it was what she wanted. I slid... my tongue inside her as I slid my hands from her ankles up past her thighs and to her bum. I touched my tongue against her clit and she moaned quietly. I kissed down to her thighs, then up past her pussy to her tummy, then back and kissed gently around her special place. She moved her hips slightly, trying to make me lick her again but I kept. We also received some notes that disturbed us. J.J. Callen sent Sissy a long, impassioned email about how he knew she was his soulmate and she was making a huge mistake, asking if I was holding her against her will and offering to come and rescue her. It was really creepy to read. She saved it, forwarding it to her publishing house and consulted the local police.They seemed to think nothing would come of it but reached out and had his local department pay him a courtesy call, asking him to. "I'll miss you, come back safe." She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. One. She helped him pack his bags and move them to the front door of their apartment.His daughter woke up as they moved the suitcase past her door. "Daddy?" She ran out in her PJs. "Kiss me goodbye daddy." He picked her up, and she kissed him. Two."Keep the change."he handed the cab driver two twenties and stepped out onto the sidewalk, dragging his bags behind him. Three. He whistled tunelessly, and tried to. The man had his arm around the girl and was carrying a blanket. Kevin got to his feet and aimed his telephoto lens at them, caught them and brought them into sharp focus. She was perhaps twenty five and he was maybe thirty. She was wearing a string bikini and he was wearing bermuda shorts. As they stepped onto the beach from the pathway, he pointed to a cropping of rocks on the south side of the cove and they both set off, down the beach and laid down the blanket between two large rocks. Kevin.