"The men on the scene confirm the driver appeared drunk, but we're doing a blood test; we're checking the ownership of the vehicle and we're also asking the driver why he had a machine pistol under the seat." He looked closely at Helen. "I'm glad you took my advice about the vest." Glad I didn't really need it," Helen answered, "... yet. I'd better not have to wear this to bed." Not here," Johannes said, turning to Rummy, "She asked me on the phone if I had a cop in every room. I don't, but this is a secure facility we maintain. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to eat in the restaurant or in your rooms while you're here. The food isn't bad, though, for Switzerland." He turned to go down the hall, paused. "Can we meet for drinks and dinner in about an hour?"They each went into their rooms, which were next to each other. Helen tried the door between the two, opening it to find Rummy doing likewise. She grinned."These rooms are probably bugged," Rummy said."So what?" Helen asked. "You. She noticed that he still had pages and pages of unused lyrics scattered beside his bed from when he’d wake up in the middle of the night, write them and then fall asleep. Her bed was beginning to look the same. She tiptoed into the bathroom, stripping her clothes along the way. She bit her bottom lip, staring at him through the glass as he let the spray pour over him, his eyes tightly shut as he stood under the spray, his hands running through his hair. She opened the door quietly as she could and gently kissed the middle of his sternum. She felt him jump but he didn’t open his eyes, he just puller her to him, wrapping his arms around her. ‘Lo,’ he whispered in her ear, nipping at her ear and neck, ‘What are you at getting into a shower with a man?’ She let her hands run up and down his sides and chest. He kissed her gently, a more loving kiss than she’d ever experienced in her life, not one of lust but one of love, a wanting of that person completely, an acceptance. ‘Mmm,’ she.
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