Her body was quivering with a combination of anger and need as she ran up the stairs to her room and threw herself on her bed. ‘Damn him! Damn him!�...�� she thought. Her boyfriend, Ken, had just dropped her off after a date. Although he was extremely handsome, Ken came from a very religious family and kept telling Ronni he was ‘saving himself’ for marriage. Ronni managed to get him to neck once or twice but, other than a few furtive grabs at her breasts, he resisted her fervid entreaties to go. "Get me help and I'll make you rich. I have money. A lot of-" "I'm not interested in money," I interrupted, racking the arming slide back on my Colt forty-five. It's a beautiful antique. Not an energy weapon or pulse gun like most bounty-hunters use. It looks as scary as fuck if it's being pointed at you. The 45 calibre rounds make a mess. "I'm only interested in the girl. Where is she?" "I don't know. Fuck, man. I'm feeling kinda whoozy here. I'm fuckin dying," he said, clutching at his blood. Damn, she had such a hold on his soul. The soft sounds of Allison's shower could be heard through the bathroom door. He swallowed and tried again. "What do you like?"Her hands slipped under his shirt and caressed his bare stomach, tracing his muscles lightly."I love to feel the warmth of your body, especially unimpeded by clothing. I love to undress you, slowly, watching every part of your lovely body as it is exposed to my eyes."Her hands rose up to his chest, pushing his shirt up as she. I resisted theurge to run over and towel him dry.There are so many emotions I had to deal with whenever I was near Greg. Iwanted to jump for joy when we first saw each other every day. I wantedto scoot next to him when I got into his car. I wanted to give him one ofmy necklaces to keep in his pocket as a good luck charm. I wanted to cookfor him, shop for him and help him pick out clothes. I wanted to standoutside the school with my books in my arms, as a girl might do, and wavegiddily at him.