"Laura, I really don't know if you'd just like me to hold you and rub your back, or run my fingers through your hair, or kiss your ear, or your mouth,... or rub the inside of your thighs closer and closer to your pussy, or massage your tits. Or like, rub your belly in circles. Or maybe caress your face or your neck." My face was serious, because I really didn't know what she might want best and I wanted to know. And the more I talked, the wetter her eyes got and her face began to contort."I don't. I haven't even gotten to the sex part yet and I'm dripping wet. The hand on my neck moves down, unlatching my bra. Before I know it, he is leading me to his bedroom, taking off all my clothes as we go. I don't question him. I watch with awe in how he does it with such skill. When we're in his room, he removes all of his clothes. He tells me how beautiful I am. How much he has wanted me all night. I tell him the same, wanting him so much. I know I should feel nervous, scared and a little afraid,. His morals were getting in the way. Sure he was a thief but noone ever got hurt while he was on the job. Pride, sometimes, got hurtbut other than that he knew no one had died because he took something ortold someone valuable information.He started to plan his exit strategy after the fifth person wentmissing, he new they wouldn't just let him walk away, he knew too muchabout too many things, things that could crush the company and sendeveryone he knew to jail or worse, he could disappear and it. “The very first thing I learned as a Neophyte was how to pick up on the subtleties of body language to learn what a person was trying to hide. For all your efforts to keep your thoughts to yourself, Will, you are not very subtle. Your eyes wander, particularly when you think I’m not looking.”“You’re always looking,” Will laughed. He still wasn’t quite sure what to do with this situation. He was having to rearrange all his careful rules about who Janie was and how he should treat her. It wasn’t.