A boyfriend who was good for me, who I should want to stay with. But here I was, swaying my hips as I walked to give him a nice view from behind, in a... house, with one guy, who was not my boyfriend, and with my intentions becoming clearer and clearer in my mind. ‘Milk?’ ‘No,’ ‘Sugar?’ ‘Uh, yeah, two, please?’ ‘There you go!’ I said, stirring the coffee and handing it to him. We went and sat down on the sofa. He sat very close to me. I turned to look at him, and saw his twinkly eyes gazing down. "Well, for Christ's sake, we've already fucked one another. Just what do you have in mind? I mean, I'll go along with most anything, but let's set some ground rules here."She worried her lower lip, then gave him a pensive look. "I guess you're right. I mean, I know what I want, but obviously you don't. So, let's just say that after you finish your drink you go back outside the apartment. The door will be ajar, like I've forgotten to fully close it. You come in and catch me unaware, smack me. She stood, still holding on, began buttoning her blouse with one hand then spoke to her kids in French. Whatever she said was effective. All of the ones of at least five and up began picking up everything, folding blankets, assembling diaper bags, rousing sleeping little ones, cleaning up any trash. In less than two minutes everything was in back packs with all the walking kids standing looking at their Mother. She waved her arm and they all began walking. The older kids were pushing two double. He had no idea how anyone could claim to sense one. How could anyone say that they could sense the bloodlust behind someone wanting you or someone near you dead?But that night he felt it for the first time.Suddenly he felt like death was looking over his shoulder as a cold chill raced up his spine, and he looked sharply to his right. There he saw standing not all that far away from the table was Amber holding two mugs, and she wasn't look at all happy.He could clearly see her face, and while it.