She felt her face flush as he did and put her hands over his. Who can say what it is that stirs these things on. No single thing. In the spur of the m...oment it felt appropriate to him to lean in and give her what he told himself could be a merely friendly kiss. As soon as their lips met it was clear it was not going to be as brief a kiss as he thought. He could feel her kissing back. Maybe as reflex at first. It was so very soft and slow. She felt as if she were tingling and she knew she had. "I am distraught, and exasperated—with reason, I believe. But please understand my perception."I accepted the assignment to this mission in part because I believed I could best protect it. Another part of my thinking, though, was that in doing so I would have the opportunity to be in congress with some of the best minds of my lifetime. I yearned for the opportunity to meet with these intellectual giants, to converse with them, to sit at their feet as a disciple if I merited no greater status.. He waved to me. I told Becky I’d text her later and then ran over to John's pickup truck. I got in, threw my bag in the back seat and gave him a kiss."Hey baby" he greeted me."Hi honey." he pulled out of the parking lot. We started driving and he turned onto the freeway. We started mindlessly chatting about how school was, how work had been for him. He was 25 and had achieved his masters in computer programming. He now worked for The Geek Squad. After a little while of driving and chatting I. .. ugh ... here, Mother?” Thomas humped Eloise’s round rump with great, long strokes. He hadn’t had a chance to mate his mother since they were first seducing the Andersons. It was always spectacular taking her with his baby in her belly, regardless of the situation.“Yes ... he’s coming...” Eloise shuddered as her son’s bludgeon savaged her. “Keep ... going ... when he gets close ... we’ll open the rosebush.” They would have to be careful not to be swallowed by their prison as they disposed of.