We lit up a second roll up,and we were soon giggling like school k**s,due to the weed,and booze,for me anyway.I stopped laughing,looking down at Gerry...s hand on my bare tanned leg.I think it was there a while,but I wasn't sure.But it had moved up my leg.Up high.He looked into my eyes,.He said nothing but put his hand behind my head and pulled my lips to his.We kissed passionately,and I felt his hand squeeze my tit.I groaned.He must have taken this as a signal,because his other hand found my. I’m not afraid to hurt her feelings and fight with her. It’s her that I want to fight with, nobody else. I have and will always be brutally honest with her, no matter the personal consequences I might endure and/or whether I could avoid it with a ‘little white lie’. It’s just too painful dreaming of her every day of my life. I dream that I am her hero, always capable of rescuing and easing her every pain, and that she is my Queen and that I make her feel so alive and happy that she sings silly. She had lost a lot of blood it seemed, his shirt was soaked thoroughly. ‘You have a boy to take care of, you can’t just leave him.’ ‘Or me.’ He thought, but didn’t say aloud. ‘Christian and Jordan need you.’ Max didn’t know why he had said that, but he was scared she would die. He knew how serious it was. She only had a minute or two before it’d be too late. He held her as carefully as he could without shifting his hand from pressing on her neck. ‘Come on now, you can’t expect us guys to raise. " And you believed her?" Yes, I did. While she made some mistakes, and maybe she should have gotten some clues that Tran was up to something. But how could she have known that he had a gun and came to the church to shoot me? Or that she could have possibly have been a willing accomplice? I just can't believe she was knowingly involved." Oh, shit," I suddenly said. "What time is it?" I looked around for the clock. It was 10. "Time for news." What do you want to watch the news for?" Sharon asked.