She could sense his eyes tracing from the tips of her shoe heels, up the back of her stocking seams and over her pencil skirt. She heard the leather o...f the sofa shift as Ryan stood. He moved towards her, not saying anything, the heels of his shoes echoing softly in the sporadically furnished drawing room. He came to a stop just inches behind her. She became aware of the warmth of his body and felt her own tense slightly. “Why did you choose this outfit, Velvet?” He whispered in her ear. “I … um. But I fought for you, damn Walter! Not a day passes and I fight. I fight, damn you..."She sank to her knees, tears flooding her face."Thank you, Walter", she now whispered. "Thank you for being there with me, for believing me."She grabbed the pillow, stood and walked out of the bedroom. The door slammed shut like the most definite sound I ever heard.A stunned minute later I followed her to the spare bedroom. The door was locked. I knocked. I begged. She did not answer.It was the third night in. .. no morphine for head injuries, and I really wanted morphine! The doctor explained that I had been hit by a bullet that had ricocheted off the engine of my van. It had entered just below my jaw and travelled up and out through my cheek taking part of my lower jaw and most of my teeth on the left-hand side of my face with it. My cheekbone had been fractured too. My eyes were bandaged because of that. Now I was awake they could check it out but they were confident my sight was unaffected.All in. Hazel knows that she has me wanting her. From the feeling of her juices trickling down my leg and her soft probing kisses, she’s also very turned on. I’m about to cut the run short but Hazel, realising my desire breaks the kiss saying, “The winner takes all? OK.” I nod and as I move in for another kiss she ducks away. Like the Gazelle she sprints away. Not one for cheating I sprint to the oak before turning to peruse my quarry. I give everything I have to catch this beautiful creature. However,.