I had undressed her down to her lacy bra and panties. I guess my concern for her in this crisis had suppressed my male response to her as a woman. Now... I was kneeling, bent over her, holding her head in my hand, and looking at her body, dressed only in undergarments that had become nearly transparent in the water.I really tried to concentrate on her face, telling myself I needed to keep my eyes there to check her breathing and her level of consciousness. I remembered her warm smile that I had. His fingers were soft, tender, caressing, stroking, pressing softly, almost in unison with his hungry mouth suckling my now womanly breasts. I found myself wanting more and more with each touch, each kiss. My hips began to push my pantied crotch against his hand, pressing, moving, in tune to some internal counter that I never thought about. I could imagine the view, a man, laying next to a woman, his hand on her panties and her rubbing herself wantonly against his hand. I can't imagine. Or so you thought, at any rate. And then, and then you turned your attentions you this young man,’ he spat, gesturing at Alan. ‘You almost killed him. Twice.’ ‘What do you want, Jack?’ Thornbow snarled. ‘You know exactly what I want.’ ‘So, you mean to do murder?’ ‘Killing you,’ Massimo said, ‘Is the last thing I can afford.’ Thornbow slumped in his chair, relieved he would be spared. ‘Then why? Then what?’ ‘Anne-Marie,’ Jack said into his radio microphone built into his sleeve, ‘Please signal. After a moment people tentatively came to me and touched me and moved on. My Unit mates were pushed to the side with all the people coming forward and gently touching me, my shoulder, arms, some even lightly stroking my cheek (I know my face is a unique curiosity to them). As those people filter away, I turn to my mates and ask, “What was that all about?”Otton, “The people have now seen you act like a warrior with extreme bravery and skill numerous times. Including the other day at the.