“Not bad at all,” he lies. “Go back to sleep.”“Liar,” she whispers. “I can see it in your eyes.”“You died,” he blurts out, knowing... that it’s no use in lying to her and because maybe he is scared a little. Maybe this just isn’t something he wants to hold inside.“Want to talk about it?” she asks.He shakes his head. “I rather not.” Instead, he rips away the bedsheets and wraps his hands around her panties. Quickly he pulls them off with Sam’s aid in lifting her hips up. He leaves a trail of hot,. I wasn't paying much attention at first, but shortly after the lift started moving I noticed the little guy lifting up the back of my girlfriend's skirt and looking underneath.I looked at my girlfriend's face; she was facing me with an awkward, shocked look that said "Do you see what this kid is doing? What the fuck, right?" I looked over at Mrs. Culairen, who was on her phone the whole time and was still unaware of her kid's misconduct. I grinned at Katie and whispered into her ear: "Let him. There is something true about your dance and when I can stand apart no longer, I rise and move toward the center, intent on discovering if our truths match. Without a glance at me, you intercept my path. I raise a hand to get your attention, but you glide past me, then around behind. I stand there, awaiting your return, when suddenly my hand is netted by yours in flight. You move me. I follow your lead, then catch up, our bodies locking together for a moment as you pause, then separating again. Jens was a hell of a sex machine and I’d had more sex since I got married than I ever had in my life, well except for the crazy assed nurses in Iraq.My dress blues fit well enough, at least I didn’t need to take them in any. I carefully pack them back in the storage bag and put them into the closet. I pull the M4 out of the drag bag, put it in the scabbard on my side of the bed and filled the mag pouches with the extra mags. I put the M1014 in the scabbard on Jens side of the bed and loaded up.