They certainly don’t shove their tongues down their mother’s throats the way Paul was shoving his down mine. Then I was shocked to realize that I ...was kissing him back just as passionately as he was kissing me. Instead of pushing him away, I grabbed his hair with one of my hands and pulled his mouth tighter against my mouth. My body took on a life of its own as it responded to his kiss, my free hand undoing his belt and the snap and zipper on his Jeans. Reaching inside his Jeans, I pushed down. Get comfortable because we're going to be here for a while if you want to hear the whole thing. What, no you can not bring in your snacks. I know how loud you are when you're eating.So I guess I should start at well.. the start.My name is Rath Cambson and this story started just the day after my 30th birthday. I was on my way to the store to buy things for dinner when suddenly I was dead. Yep, just dead I have no idea what killed me God wouldn't tell me. Yes, I met God. No, I'm not crazy … are. ” Caleb’s hand tightened on her neck and she stifled her gasp of pain.He ignored her and continued, “And if you do not obey me, I’m going to tell the nice people of this town exactly what you look like when you come.”She hitched in a breath and swallowed against the pressure of his hand on her throat. “Why, Caleb? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”“Because you were mine the minute you set your stake in my claim.” He tucked her Colt into the pocket of his coat. “Go on now. Count yourself lucky. Please understand. I can't let those monsters be the last, the only men to take me back there. This is not for kicks. I want to be yours completely, but those two still possess that part of me until you reclaim it. Just once, okay? Am I making sense?" I don't know. Won't that hurt you again?" There are ways. I've read up. It's a matter of preparation. Believe me, I don't want to be stitched up again. We could find the stuff we need in a drugstore. A douche set and some astroglide, plus more.