“Chocolate?” I whispered. I had craved chocolate every day of my pregnancy, but had only given in to it once or twice. Baby or no, I had to watch ...my diet. “Mm hmm…” With crinkling sounds he undid the plastic wrap, taking one half of the heart shaped box and tossing it aside. Tilting the bottom, he showed the beautiful chocolates to me. “I thought we’d share them,” he smiled. “You first.” He plucked a candy out of the box and lowered it to my face, resting it gently on my lips. Eagerly I opened. "Ohh, no stop stop touching meee uggggg!" She nipped her lip as his thumbs continued to open her pressing up towards her clit."Ah there it is." He said almost to himself.One hand pressed either side of her entrance pushing down opening her private place his other hand at work fingers nipping and circling attacking her bud with soft tender touches and hard biting pinchesZoë's arched her back trying to lift and bring her legs in but the cords pulled on her big toes keeping her long legs wide. What is it about him?" I... I dunno".Puzzled, I pressed on. "Do you like him?" I dunno." So why are you going out with him?"No answer."Look, I don't know what's going on here, but I can tell you don't reallywant to go out with him. So why don't you hang out with me instead?" NO! No, that's not a good idea." Why?" I can't say." Look, it's cool. I'll hang out with you at lunch and pretend to be yourboyfriend, so you don't have to go out with Brian." No Paul. I know you mean well but... but just. . what was it? A quest? A wild goose chase? Suppose her contact with MI6 prompted them to scramble Nin’s whole plan? And how did Georg manage to get nearly $5 million? Not to mention: should she contact Mossad when she had information from MI6 – if she got any information from MI6, that is.She snuck a look at her wristwatch. 0702. Great. Four whole minutes had passed.She went through the volumes of text in her memory to come up with something that would calm her mind at this moment.A laugh.