“We haven’t got the time,” I whispered, putting my hands on his hips and sinking onto my knees. The grass felt oddly damp beneath my skin. Ted l...ooked like he’d died and gone to heaven. I guided him into my mouth, my tongue tracing his skin. I heard him sigh in relief, and his fingers worked their way into my short, red hair, encouraging. I could’ve stayed like this all night. But alas, time was of an essence. I took him deeper, as deep as my throat would allow and made sure my tongue did the. "It was going well until a few minutes ago," Bryant replied. "Do you remember I told you about an Ohio state trooper who met me at the airport up there?"Jan nodded."He's working outside of Youngstown now," Bryant said. "There is a high-security prison there. It's also a few hours up the river from Gallipolis." Okay," Jan said, unsure of where the conversation was going.Bryant filled her in on the rest of the conversation."She has hired someone to kill me or Holly?" she asked. Before I knew it was late afternoon and the sun was setting. I helped Aunt Vicki pack up our stuff and we drove home. I was tired and happy after playing at the beach all day.We got back to Aunt Vicki's and when we opened the door, it was really hot in the house. She fussed with the air conditioning but it wouldn't work. Well, she said she would call a repairman in the morning but it was too late today. We would just have to put up with the heat. She suggested I get cleaned up and she would do. Jenny was 15, a ninth grader, and she didn't look very happy. Neither did her two girlfriends. Well, what did they expect walking through a war zone?"Sorry," I yelled to them.Nope. They were not amused, particularly Jenny. They stopped and walked back toward me. I looked around for support but my comrades in arms seemed to have quietly slipped away to a safe distance. The three girls were bigger than I was so I did the smart thing and started to run. I hadn't gone more than three or four steps.