Fir usne boka bahot dar laga raha he. and she said ke o dont trust you ki jyada aage bad gaye to so maine promise kiya ki aage.Kuch nai karuga as muje... milna tha.Bas to maine aocha ek baar start to karu fir dekha jayega and fir hum mile par deal thi sirf ek kiss ke liye and hug bas me.Bahot desperate tha milne.Ko fir hum mile and uske ghar and humne mast lip kiss kiya and kya batau mere to jaise dream come true ho gaya lekin us din humne.Kuch kiya as to deal thi and n maine.Baar uske boobs daba. .. and I know it ... and we know it. You want me inside. Somewhere there is a weakness, and even if I can't find it you and I both know it's there and that it's only a matter of time before you crumble — before you let me in because you want it so much!" Good job, Max, but excuse me if I don't applaud. Classic. You are trying to create a weakness by convincing me that it already exists." Nope. It's there. The reason you don't applaud is because once you let go of your grip even that much you. James spreading a checker cloth blanket upon a meadow, looking dashing in his military uniform while I stood by and watched, prim and properly dressed, a bonnet upon my head and a grape basket filled with sandwiches, turnovers and warm lemonade at my feet. Instead, I reclined naked while he trampled down enough grass so that we could lay comfortably, looking forward to feasting on fruits and vegetables that we’d gathered on our walk up the sloping hill that overlooked a shallow pond, perfect. "My little kitty-cat is awake," said a familiar voice, fingers toying with Naira's dark curls. The blonde. Memory came back to Naira. She had been smoking and then ... it had felt so good, so calming."That's a good little kitty-cat, relax." There were fingers stroking her cheek, then the soft brush of lips on her forehead. Kitty-cat was such a relaxing name. It made her think of a kitten napping in the sun, and that made her remember how relaxed she felt while smoking cigarette after cigarette.