Inserting the room key into the lock I nudged the door open with my hip, towing Jamie in behind me. The door clicked shut behind us, swivelling me rou...nd, he pressed me up against the door, his towering 6 foot form bent to reach down to my ear, “I promise, if you want me to stop I will. Sex isn’t everything.” I nodded, my cheek rubbing against the stubble on his chin.I could feel his breath against my ear, gentle butterfly kisses made their way down my cheekbone, hovering on my lips and then. The room itself was quite large, and filled with surfaces. There where two tall dressers, and one bureau style dresser and several cabinets, tables and stands all loaded down with knickknacks jewelry, picture frames, cosmetics and other odds and ends. She had several bookcases which held a few potted plants, stuffed animals, and assorted pottery in a addition to the magazines, binders, and books that not only made there home in there rightful place, but could be found scattered on nearly every. I’m amazed that my blush didn’t set off the fire alarm, but I composed myself and held out my hand.“I suppose I should introduce myself. Lucy, Mrs. Lucy Donaldson.” I wasn’t sure why I made it a point to say, “Mrs.” Was I anticipating something?“I’m John, John Takashima,” he said. Seeing the puzzled look on my face, he said, “My parents were very big on assimilation. I’m surprised they didn’t change the family name to ‘Smith’!”I chuckled, and he had interpreted my look correctly, I was puzzled. Slowly, the noise outside penetrated their reverie and the man moved quickly to window and lifted the curtain. What he saw filled him with fear for himself, his wife and their daughters who slept down the hall. Sword wielding men were running pell mell down the street, some breaking open doors, some in close combat with villagers and still others engaged in various depravities with captured men and women. Already, dead and dying people littered the street. A man waddled out of a cottage with a.