“ So, she is dead ?"

The phonation startled Jack. He had been sitting at the small-scale mesa in the box. Lost in thought he had not noticed the early man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a moment to realise who this blighter was.

"stave Sergeant Matthews, sorry, I was miles away."

Ryan Matthews laughed, took a big draught from his pint."I bet."Jack took to his pint as well, did not respond.

"volition you report her missing ?"“ What the fuck are you talking about ?"Jack 's voice had gone icy and his American language stress was more hearable by now."Your wife. Or rather David 's wife. That 's what she was, always will be."The big man got up and to the bar, placed an order.

Confused Jack watched him. What was going on ? What did he mean ? And how could he possibly know ? He nodded as Gospel According to Matthew placed a pint and a whisky in front of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her almost stamina, may she have repose at last."He looked directly at Jack, in his eyes.

As he was not responding he went on."I wo n't stimulate you problem. She would not ingest wanted that. But"he paused, lowered his voice,"Since she wo n't get a funeral the least we can leave her is a toast."

Jack reached for his deoxyephedrine."Her almost toughness ?"he asked and raised a brow."She did not tell me that."

Saint Matthew the Apostle laughed."I bet to tell you all the things she might not bear told you would take more than one eventide. Saint David used to call her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. Iron Maiden, Ice Queen ... and some not so charming ones. Especially after David died and she turned up the next day as usual."

Jacks middle opened wider."David is dead ?"She had not told him that either. She ...

Ryan nodded."Three years ago. Two sidereal day later Colonel Waters sent her home. dishonourable dismissal two days after the funeral. Vanished four days later without a trace."

secrecy seemed to circulate around the two of them like a shield. Ryan thinking of the adult female he had known, Jack about the woman he had killed - and the things she had not told him.

It had been some nine month earlier. In Germany a short warm fall had nearly over night turned into biting cold and wintry nights.

In the irregular hebdomad of this wrong winter Jack had found this homeless girl, woman. Dirty apparel, regular army crown, day face pack. A hot breakfast and an acute talk later he had made his offer.

change of location with me, marry me for one year.

Every early cleaning lady had jumped at this chance. Not her. They had checked into a cheap hotel nearby. She had shown him her physical structure, the tattoos, the scars. In case he wanted to withdraw his offer. But he had not.

He had fucked her there and then. Under the shower, hard without mercifulness. She had been crying - as she had her coming. In all these month he only saw her crying when they fucked, when she let go, delight it, came.

And unlike the others she understood his maunder remark after their first base fuck."Let 's provender you up. I do n't want to break you - now."“ So you are going to kill me ?"she had said casually as she was rolling coffin nail for both of them."Then I have one condition before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, visit ... someone a in conclusion time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her gens was Alex MacDonald, erstwhile British soldier, now homeless and stranded in Germany. Partly because of PTSD, partly personal reasons. Her husband - the bastard who left me - a soldier, too, military law. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one last meter, give her marriage band.

Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful career with the American war machine police he had come into some money and quit his job. He had started to travel the world. Indulging in all the things he has missed during his time with the U. S. Army - marriage ceremony, becoming a father - he now travelled the human race with next to no baggage and at his own pace.

And, his cryptic and secure motivation, try the former side. Act out offense he had seen using his knowledge and grooming to avoid being caught.

clock time just flew by. She had been a worthy familiar. With other charwoman he had to buy a car, find a hotel every night. Alex ... had been different. After she had regained her military posture they had travelled by bus, string and even plane. Their small self-control in backpacks, everyone carrying their contribution. They had slept at geartrain stations, air ports, on the beach, the occasional tatty hotel.

He grew to love her. That did not include treating her gently. He still fucked her hard, even raped her on the rare occasions when she refused. They had to stay at one hotel for a week public treasury she was able to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the long light Nox, listening to her trench breathing he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

trio days ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, tourist magnet. They had ended up at the castle. And met faculty serjeant Matthew. She had been tense, snappy."My husband used to let him bonk me ”, had been her explanation. And he had believed her.

The next day was the day. Her finally day. If she had said one password, just one Word, he would have got spared her. They could locomote on, see the world, all of it.

All she had said was"Today ?"and as he nodded she smiled her typical swoon short smile."Better boldness my demon then. See you at noon."

He prepared a bag. Handcuffs, ropes, a knife and two batons, the 1 with a handle. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare clothes that they would not make too a great deal noise.

diddly went out to hire a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by chance he was looking out of the windowpane as she approached. Her drift like a noctambulist. Even with her light clothes and hair in this moment she reminded him of the homeless he had picked up than the charwoman who had travelled with him. No wonder she always referred to this Jacques Louis David as 'bastard'. If he could do this to her in - he checked his watch - four hour give or take.

She was back in ascendancy of herself when she entered the room. But one looking at told him that she had been crying."Ready ?"This was her last prospect. She nodded and he picked up the bag."Let 's go."

He led the way, drove towards her end.

Alex was unsounded, the faint smile on her lips as she watched the fellow streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him fuck you ?"he asked eventually and she looked at him."No."Was it a lie ?

"You only cry when you get fucked."She shrugged."Not today."He had the feeling as if she wanted to say more but then she just shook her capitulum, repeated"Not today."

He left it at this, turned into a small body politic lane. After another 60 minutes they reached the spot he had chosen.

"take aim the bag, just a unforesightful pass from here."She followed in silence, bag over her shoulder, long powerful strides.

On a clearing he stopped."Put that bag down and undress."He pointed to a fallen tree diagram on the solid ground and sat down, looked up to her.

She smiled, looked down on him."How do you want me ? Docile and following your instructions ? Putting up a competitiveness to,"she chuckled"make it easier for you ?"“ How do you require to go ?"His spokesperson was calm and their eyes locked. She bit her lip. So she was spooky after all.

"I ... ”, she looked away, got down and started to untie her iron boot."I would care to keep the shirt on. Otherwise I will be obedient, do what you want."She took of her thrill, straightened again and opened her pants. Jack raised a brow. She had kept this old USA shirt the whole time. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to explain everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her pants down, the scanty as well."If you say no there is not much I can do about it. It is just one of the last wishes. And I would like another fag."

She unbuttoned the shirt, tugged it between her legs and took off the cooler top and bra. Both were carelessly tossed aside and she raised a brow questioningly.

Jack got up, touched her. With both hands he cupped her pocket-size tits, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipples. Alex closed her middle with a sharp inspiration of intimation. One of the few signs of pain she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a final stage cigarette. Maybe more. This will bring time."His digit traced the big scar on her belly."And I will stub them out on you. Or in you ?"He chuckled a tight chuckle, watched her."Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."He smiled."You can get into the shirt, open. Arms on your back, now."

Was that relieve on her aspect ? It passed so quickly and he was not indisputable. As she slipped the shirt on he opened the bag, fished for the handcuffs.

Alex turned around, arms on her back, wrist joint close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too tight ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh look he brushed her long Negroid pilus over her shoulder joint and kissed her neck."I will make you support. Because I want you to suffer. The hurting will be intense and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made perfect sense."Yes, Sir."Jack smiled."Alright, do you require to see what I have for you ?"He could feel her tension, sensed her licking her rim."Yes, Sir."

"Turn around, on your knees."Without a consequence hesitation she obeyed. Even with her hands cuffed on her back she managed a smoothen bowel movement. For a here and now he looked down on her. leg spread head she knelt in the grass only partly covered in the regular army shirt and her long black hair. His smile softened."You are beautiful."

Alex looked up in surprise. All the scars, the small mammilla - she had never considered herself beautiful.

Jack took his metre to unpack, starting with the ropes. Two longsighted unsmooth hangman's rope ropes and a roll of para-cord. He saw the fear in her eyes and touched her cheek."As I promised, I wo n't hand or strangle you. But I might want to tie you up to a tree."His tone was casual. Next was the carbon knife."Such a pathos there wo n't be enough sentence to add some cicatrix. Your backrest is nearly empty."She licked her brim, gaze fixed on the bag.

"Yes, there is one more than thing. Two to be precise. It came to my mind after we met this friend of yours."

Now she looked up, in his eyes."Even though you did not distinguish me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a inscrutable breath."And you loved it ? One dick up your tight ass, the early buried in your greedy bitch. Both holes filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her voice was hoarse.

"One matter I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her quick glimpse around the clearing and laughed. He took the death towel from his bag and didder the nightstick free."I have no intention of spoiling this confidant moment with inviting a stranger. But you might like it anyway. That 's why I got two of them."

"Thank you ”, Alex whispered. Jack leant over and kissed her. Her lips parted, she took part in this kiss with the passion he had experienced so often. Her spit played with his, licked his backtalk. With one hand he gripped her neck, pulled her closer as he led the other slideway between her legs.

"What did turn you on ?"he muttered as he felt her getting wet. Instead of replying she just moaned in his mouth and pressed hard against his paw."Greedy lilliputian bitch."He started to rub her clit. Another groan and she spread her legs even full, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her clit, varying from subdued teasing apoplexy to hard pinches. Alex closed her middle, her hard nipples were rubbing on the framework of the shirt, her juices were flowing. exactly here and now before she could get let off Jack finished abruptly.

"I take it you want to be fucked ?"Panting she looked at him, her vision clouded."What would you do to get fucked now ?"he mused and reached for a baton.

For a bit he hesitated, pondering how to get it on her now. And to give her time to steady down down.

The cuffs would suffer her, if he placed her on her spine. But he would be in no good posture to have-to doe with her tits, torture her teat when he placed her on her stomach. And kneeling was not an selection. Not now.

"On your rachis, pass around your legs."

With branch still trembling she lowered herself to one English, rolled on her back. She winched slightly as the metal bit in her wrists and her dispirited rear as she tried to find a position that was bearable at least."Now, which of your holes shall we fill first. I know you like it in the ass."jackfruit positioned the tip of the metal baton at her ass-hole."No lube I am afraid."And he pushed gently.

Alex moaned. He was right. She loved it but now it hurt. And Jack did not do it her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, inch by inch and only a poor bit.

"Now you have the equivalent of an average cock up your ass. tactile property good, does n't it."“ Yes, Sir"She pushed careful against it and he chuckled."Later. You will get all you want. And even more. Now it is time to fill up your greedy wet cunt."

As if to prove his intelligence he placed his finger's breadth between her swollen pussy lips and moved them. A low squelching sound made him jest."Nice and wet. This wo n't hurt."

Alex moaned again, moved and licked her rim. He had seen her do this so often. Anticipating a roll in the hay. What a wasteland. Still fourth dimension to go back. Just fuck her, torture her, undo her and keep her forever.

But the press inside him was stronger.

As careful as he had handled the first one he inserted the second one. Slowly, almost teasing, not hard enough to fulfil her desire. She gasped. It felt so trade good as it slid in easily, only emphasising the early one already sticking in her.

diddly-squat stopped and she sighed, opened her eyes again.

"Did you miss it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her body again to fill some exercising weight of her wrist."Then I will observe you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt resistance, tried a dissimilar angle and it slid in a bit more."All the way."He smiled."I know you want me to bang you now. With both of them. Hard, merciless, both holes."“ Yes, please."Wanting was in every word.

"No ”. The defeated face on her face made him laugh again."A variety of torture you have not expected ?"he mused, kissed her again and withdrew.

"I could blindfold you, let you lie here and just watch you."With cut across legs he sat side by side to her, brushed the shirt back from her nipple. The small teat stood business firm and erect and he pinched both at the same fourth dimension, making her wince.

"Do n't make you do n't like that."wheeling one hard between his fingerbreadth he reached for her crotch."You are wet."“ Yes, Sir,"she murmured, pushed her hips against his hand.

"Too wet."He stated dryly as he observed the back truncheon move.

"Never thought I hear a guy say that ”, Alex muttered and he laughed."Try to hold it inside. If you succeed you get the first-class honours degree of your last smokes."

She nodded. A feel of confusion on her look that turned to understanding as old salt started to represent with her clitoris. Groaning she closed her center. She could not facilitate it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt good. crusade, even so rebuff movement in one hole, stuffed in the other.

This time Jack did not stop. Panting she came as the baton left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved Jack picked it up, held it to her lips."Lick it clean."His voice hard, commanding and she opened her mouth. Tasting herself on the now affectionate metal made her shiver.

"No smoke for you. Let 's just interchange this."

This time he fucked her with it. Pushing it thick and mystifying money box he reached the level where it would go no further.

Holding it with one hand he shoved the early one a bit deeper until they were both the same distance."Now it is right at your cervix uteri. Push it further and it will go into your womb."

Alex opened her optic, looked at him. He nodded."That is what is going to happen to you. But ”, he smiled an evil smiling."it will not be me who is doing this."

With care he reached around her shoulder and pulled her up. She whimpered as he carefully positioned her on her knees, the ends of the batons on the ground.

"Did they fuck you like this ? On your knee, one dick shoved in your ass, the other in your wet cunt ? Did they make you get off like this ?"Alex nodded, had to light up her throat before she was able-bodied to serve."Sometimes."

"You could try to fuck yourself now. Up and down, revel it. Or you can try to hold it like this. How retentive till your legs will hand way ? An hour ? Two ? Or even LE, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her sensitive clit again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can embrace the pain in the ass. push down, feel them slew in, all the way. Deep deep inside you."

gob 's voice was quiet down, almost mesmeric."Imagine how that would feel. Two hard things inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her legs trembling."You can do it. Take them in."Jacks finger's breadth touched her body. He felt her tension.

"Or do you need me to do it. Push you down ? Or get you back on you back and thrust them in one by one ? Twice the pain, the care ?"

Their eye met and he leant in to kiss her."Please ”, she whispered between her legs and he understood, placed his hand firmly on her shoulders.

She felt the weight pushing her down feather. Agonizing hurting shot up from her cervix and she gasped. The other one just slid in promote."No, let 's score it special for you."gob whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One hired man still on her shoulder he reached for her clit."One close orgasm and I will push you down. All the way."

She licked her back talk again, closed her centre. It had taken him only a short clip to study her dead body, find all the movements that pleased her. The smudge that reacted to his signature, made her climax. And he had had a long meter to experiment with them. Now he took his time, teased her, played with her body.

Involuntarily she moved her rosehip, felt the movement inside her, the pain.

Mouth across-the-board open she moaned with pleasure and pain. It would vote down her, slowly, but in this bit it felt so good."More ”, she gasped, groaned again and winced as the pain flared up again.

jackfruit lenient laugh at her ear, his finger's breadth so gently rubbing her clit."You want Thomas More ?"and he pinched her clitoris, making her vellication."Let go ”, he whispered in her ear and touched her harder.

"Oh ”, she sounded almost surprised as the orgasm washed over her. For a moment Jack just admired the sight. The trembling, sweating consistency, the outdoors mouth, the closed eyes, pain and joy written on her case. Then he leaned down on her with his to the full weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The pain was sickening. She felt something inside her break way, teardrop. And sea dog still pushed on. Painfully dim her consistency was lowered on the two metal terminal. He watched with enthrallment as they both disappeared up to the grip. She was still whimpering in pain in the neck as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her back. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her insides were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two batons seemed to bar the flow.

He got up and left her."Do n't go."

There was pain sensation in her voice. And panic ?

"Just a sec."He returned with the para-cord"I promised you to go on you filled till the end. So we have to nominate some accommodation. That 's why I chose the ones with the handles."

He fumbled his cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, lit one and placed it between her lips."How does it feel ?"

She took a bass drag, exhaled the dope through the nose, then another one. He took the cigarette away and she looked at him."It hurts ... feels ... strange."

They shared the pot in secrecy. knave took it from her lip, it was nearly burned down.

"This will be my conclusion chance to do this."Irritated she looked at him. Then she screamed as he stubbed it out on her sensitive button. Instinctively she tried to get away, felt the alloy inside her move, causing even more pain.

As if nothing had happened Jack knelt between her facing pages legs. She felt his tongue on her burned clit and grunted with pain."Even when you die I like your taste. Maybe even more."Alex was not sure if she was meant to get a line his lyric. His voice was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to catch one's breath directly. That seemed to comfort the pain. For now.

As Jack straightened up there was profligate on his lips and mentum."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."Pain made her groan again as he turned the baton in her puss that the grip was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With surefooted and composure apparent motion he tied the para-cord around the handles, then around her small waist."And even some length supererogatory ”, he murmured. After a moment hesitation he reached for her articulatio humeri."Let 's make a jolly leash tied to this."

In nuisance she whimpered as her total system of weights was placed on the batons between her ramification."Not long, promise."

But it felt alike eternity. As he was finished the para-cord was wrap around her cervix like a arrest, two strand going down over her breast to the harness, holding everything in place.

squat got up and admired his handiwork. He had always been salutary at improvising. Suddenly he was aware of his hard dick in his pants. And Alex on her articulatio genus in front of him.

On the second day in that shabby hotel in Federal Republic of Germany she had surprised him by taking in his unanimous cock, down her pharynx. The memory stirred in his judgement and he moaned.

"clear your mouth."With one paw he unbuttoned his jeans, with the early he reached out, grabbed her neck. Fingers tightening in her fuzz he shoved his rooster down her pharynx. She whimpered again, tears of nuisance were rolling from the box of her eyes.

Face-fucking her he looked her in the eyes. Even with all this nuisance she was trying to give him as very much pleasure as she could saliver was dripping from her lips.

"Fuck, Alex ”, he gasped as he shot his load and pulled her closer.

Wide eyed she looked up to him. A beseeching look in her eyes. This was one of the things she hated. Being held till she felt suffocated. Jack smiled down at her, stroked her buttock. He held her longer, saw the affright creeping up before he relaxed his grip and let go.

Alex pulled back, coughed and flinched in pain. She took some mysterious breaths, leaned careful forward, stuck out her tongue and started to houseclean his rooster. Someone had trained her well.

With one digit diddlyshit followed the tears that were flowing freely now."There is Thomas More to come. Get up."

Steadying her with a business firm grip on her arm he helped her get up. Her branch trembled, she felt the crusade inside her, destroying her even more. As more than once before she tried to ignore the pain in the neck, but she did not succeed.

"come on ”. Jack tucked her arm and she took one step forward. The pain in the neck was winding and she screamed again, stumbled. One more small step, another one. More tears were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you experience them ?"mariner patted the two small bits outside her body which made her groan in suffering again."Does this feel good ?"He pressed the handle hard against her clit and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and pain and Jack nodded."Just a few to a greater extent footfall. You can do it."

His voice was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her last, felt her trembling body."Just a minute ”, she murmured and he nodded. The hurting must be vivid. He had never been able-bodied to make her scream before. And she had never shown signboard of weakness.

"Just a few more stride, to that Tree over there. You can lean on it. clock time for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

fountainhead held high up, eye fixed on the tree she took one step after the other. Each step accompanied by a ragged, heavy hint. She groaned in pain, nearly a growl, bit her lip and took the in conclusion whole step, let herself collapse to the tree trunk.

Jack lit a butt and placed it between her lips."You have earned it."Still trembling she nodded, inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

With a sad smile seaman left her and strode over to his back. Two roach and the knife left. He took one rope and the tongue, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in hurting. The movement hat caused more rakehell to flow down her wooden leg. All the program he had made. She should be able to last some more minute, growing feeble and in pain all the time.

Slowly he made his way back. Ash had fallen on her tit and he brushed it aside. Jack took the butt from her lips and kissed her. Even now, in infliction, weakening, her candy kiss was passionate. Or was it desperation that made her respond like she did ?

Sometimes - in the moments before she started to cry - he had thought that he could palpate her desperation. A longing for ... he did not know.

Did it matter ? Now ?

Casually, still kissing her, he burned her tit with the dog end and she tensed up, drew in her breath.

"Do you need it to end ?"he murmured between their brim and she drew her caput back. He saw the annoyance in her eyes, the pleading. Alex opened her mouth but just nodded.

"Such a shame. I wanted to pass the residuum of the day with you."His hired man wandered over her body. Not like a man killing the adult female in front of him but like a lover."We could have so lots fun."Taking in her coming into court he chuckled."well I could have."

She licked her lip, closed her middle again. She was dying, but slowly. She knew he was right. This could go on for hours. Hours that would seem like eternity.

Jack pulled her in his arms for one more recollective, knockout kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breath."I want to have a go at it you one Thomas More prison term. While you are still awake but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

"I want to see you, finger you. I will be the last thing you see, feel."“ Yes, Sir ”, she whispered, opened her eyes again.

"Let 's impart you some support at least."Slowly he tied her to the tree. The ropes trailed around her breast, still exposing her pocket-size knocker. There was no struggle, no electric resistance as he tied the knot an stepped back.

"flavor at you. Helpless, decrepit, dying. I could leave you like this. '' Her middle widened and a panicking look appeared on her face."I want to fuck you but both your jam are stuffed. One could even say 'destroyed'. What delight can there be for me ?"

"Please"It was just a whisper. Her lip moved more but he could not get word a sound.

He went over and kissed her again."You have been on the streets so long and now you start to panic when I threaten to lead you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

His hard cock brushed against her hard abdominal cavity. She was filling up with blood. Even slow he reached for his knife."Just finding the rightfulness spot."Pre-cum left a small cytologic smear on her peel as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her centre as he placed the tip of the leaf blade on that smirch. A faint smile appeared on her sassing again as she felt it prick her hide."Thank you ”, Alex mouthed wordlessly and her gaze seemed to go right through him."Fast and hard, just as you like it."And he drove the knife home.

Her straits tilted back, she grunted in suffering. squat probed with the tongue, widened the entry wound. line of descent was rushing out. Thomas More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched teeth."Now I can fuck you."He pulled the knife out, let it come down in the grass. And he slid his rooster in the wound.

It felt weird ... slippery, strong, next to no resistance. His cock brushed one of the batons and he moaned.

Alex tossed around in hurting, leaned against the ropes. Panting and groaning Jack fucked her. Even in his frenzy he felt her getting weaker, her movements stopping.

"I love you ”. The whisper lyric reached his nous without warning, sent s shiver down his spine. In proceeds he moaned louder, fucked her harder.

Alex head rolled to one side, rested on her shoulder joint. The green eyes were open, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a oink Jack climaxed, shot his load deep interior into her dying torso. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The infliction must be horrifying but she was still, did not incite. Then the faint smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly happy, depicted object. Her lips moved again but he did not catch the password. He held her close. come together that he could feel her die, that she could sense him.

Eventually her eyelids fluttered, closed. He kissed the teardrop on her cheeks, withdrew only as he felt that her fondness had stopped.

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."Jack raised his deoxyephedrine for a silent military greeting."I am sure she found peace at last."“ Alex MacDonald"Ryan echoed and their methamphetamine hydrochloride clinked, they drank in silence.

She was running. She ran when she was wild, when she was sad, confused, hurt. But now ... she was not only running. She was running to him.

He was waiting with his arms wide open and she flew in his embrace. rent were flowing as they kissed."I was waiting for you ”, he whispered hoarsely.

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”