After walking in the sandals for a few moments. I decided I might as well have them, and told her they were fine. She took them off for me, and would ...not hear of me putting my boots on by myself, taking great trouble to raise each leg high before sliding the boot on, then rubbing gently all the way up and beyond to smooth them to my legs. Before letting me stand, she slipped a card into my hand."My personal phone number is on the back," she whispered, "call me next time you come to town alone. Once again, I was reminded of what I’d missed in the last eight years. Her soft cashmere skirt glided on a silky slip. I caressed her remarkable rear, the contours, the sexy swell of her buttocks, the pear shape of perfection. Our kiss deepened. Alia ground her pelvis against me, our tongues probing, pressing into each other’s mouth. She ended the kiss by biting my lower lip.“Mmmm. You can kiss,” she murmured. “Do you do everything that well?”Before I could assure her that I did, she stepped. "She stops and now there's very little firing at all going on - and most of it is from us. What the hell are the fuckers doing now? I call Bob on the radio, "Bob, I don't know why but they've stopped firing at us."Bob questions, "I hope they aren't regrouping?"I begin to scan the area with the rifle scope and notice for the first time that trucks are rolling past the road leading into the compound. Shit! The bastard banditos aren't after just us, they are after Texas! I order, "Bob, I think. ”“She’s been gone since that night,” he offers.Sylvie’s spirits sore. Her jealousy is dampened, though she is scared he may distraught over the cat’s absence. “Is that a problem?” she asks, sounding hopeful.The boy opens his mouth to tell her what Missy had said that night, but he quickly closes it and shakes his head. Happy to know this, Sylvie is still reluctant to push. She isn’t like Missy. Maybe that night was just a one-time thing. She shakes those doubts away. Her arousal demands it, as.