The Foreigner
By Patience Bryce
Copyright 4/95


A soft click let him know he had gained entrance.  Slowly he
opened the door  to the apartment.  He stood in the living room,
giving his eyes a moment  to adjust.  It didn't take long, as all
the walls were white and the  blinds partially opened to the full
moon, as he knew they would be.  It  was one of her reasons for
having an apartment that didn't face the  street, more privacy,
less intrusion.  He found himself smiling at the  absurdity of
that thought.   There was no more appropriate time than tonight.
He took a deep breath and inhales her scent.  It amazes him at
how relaxed he feels, as though he was in his own home.  Yet he
has been here,  in their way.

He walks  through the living room, through the dining area,
passing the kitchen.   Standing at the doorway to her bedroom he
watches her sleeping,  and feels a familiar stir deep within him.
She lies on her side, facing the windows, he can't see the
details, but  her form is obvious in the moon light pouring in
through the mini blinds.   He really will have to talk to her
about this foolishness of open blinds!    But, time was such that
he had to move now, before his presence could penetrate her
slumber and awaken  her to him standing there.  She will be
awakened, but in his way only.

Slowly,  quietly, he begins to undress.  unbuttoning his shirt,
sliding out of his  jeans and his briefs, leaving them close to
the bed.  Never has it crossed  his mind that he shouldn't be
here, that he shouldn't be standing here, naked, in her room. 
The only  thing he thinks about is being with her, beside her, in
her...Cautiously,  so as not to ruin his plans, he climbs into
the bed beside her.  He lies  up along side of her back, his hard
cock pressed against her ass. It takes a lot of control not to
make  any noise as he feels her hot body against his.  Surprising
him, she moves  back ...snuggling into him.  His arm moves around
her side, cupping her  breast...squeezing.  His cock twitches. 
Alert to any
changes, he is aware as soon as he feels tension entering her
body and he  moves swiftly now, caution no longer a priority.  He
is with her now, and  there is no denying what it is he needs,
what he wants from her.  Not  only awake, but immediately aware,
she tries to sit up, but his arm prevents this.  He feels  her
drawing in a breath, knowing she intends on yelling.  The hand 
moves from her breast to her mouth, so quickly.  A struggle
starts, but  he has too many advantages.  Deftly he pushes
himself over her, from her  side onto her belly, hand firmly
clasped  against her mouth, his legs entwined around hers, 
spreading her wide  open for him.  Next to her ear she can feel
his breath, hear his breathing.

In  those first seconds, seemingly endless time, the only thing
that goes through her mind is that she is about to be raped and
there wasn't much she was going to be able to do about it.  All
the things she had read, all the preparation in her mind, never 
really prepared her for this moment.  Obviously he was stronger
than  her and had in seconds gained quite an advantage over her.
  So, does  she continue to try to protect herself from rape,
which seems to be, in this  position, a moot point, or does she
just  try to keep her life...and her sanity?  Was this madness,
all this logical  thinking?  Why did she have this urge to
giggle...was this hysteria?   Finally, she decided she was
through bantering back and forth with her own mind, and quieted a
bit, waiting to see what would  happen now.  Try, she told
herself, just try to keep your  wits about you.  But nothing,
nothing, could have prepared her for what was about to happen.

He  spoke to her in a low and comforting voice.  An edge of
excitement punctuated  his words,  "Hello, luv, I've waited for
this for some time, you know.   And now, here we are.  You know I
won't hurt you, I've come to far for that.  I should think you
know that is not what I'm all about.  We know each other so well,
don't  we?  I'll pleasure you, my dear, just as we've discussed.
You've told  me all you secrets, including all the dark ones."
And as he spoke, he kept one hand over her mouth, and the other
hand starting  to explore her body, while rubbing his body
against her.  He kissed  her  neck, and his kisses were so soft,
so warm.  His urgency grew, as did his cock,  rubbing between her
legs.
Rubbing against the folds of her pussy.

The voice...oh gad, what has she done.  No, she thought, this is
not happening, this is merely another one of her dreams of him. 
He isn't  real.  He can't be real.  Oh gad...if this is one of
those dreams it's one of the more vivid ones!  No, it isn't him.
Someone else, someone else knows, about them.  How could any of
this be real, how  could it be him?  He would have traveled so
far...then to find her...in  a strange country.  It was easy to
even deny his existence, his effect  on her.  Damn...he was in
her computer, how could he be in her bed!?   How could he
be...touching her...like this...knowing just where, just how...to
elicit a response from her body.  In spite of her minds protest,
she could feel her body giving in to him.  She grew dizzy with 
confusion.

 He was touching her...everywhere. all the places she had told
him about, all the places she had alluded to.  His kisses turning
to nibbles and  bites, as his hands work their way around her
body, feeling as though he  is becoming reacquainted with it, not
exploring  it for the first time.   He could touch her nipple, a
certain way, and know how it would respond. One hand ran down
along her ribs, ever so lightly, caressing her hip.  Her ass
twitches against him...and he feels confident in removing his
hand from her mouth.  A sigh escapes her lips as his hand works
under  her, exploring the folds of her pussy, feeling the heat
rising from her,  feeling the hard little knob of her clit.  He
even remembered not to rub  hard onto the tip of it, because he
already knew it caused irritation,  and not pleasure.    His
fingers slip back, sliding into her vagina, a groan from him as
he feels her wetness.  Working his finger in and out,  he feels
her starting to ride his finger as though it were a cock, yet at
the same time she is murmuring no, no, no.  The pleasure is too
much  for him to wait any longer and with his left hand  he
reaches down, alongside the bed, grabbing his jeans from the
floor.   He deftly dishes a small package out of a pocket, and
opens it  quickly.   It only takes a moment to roll out the
condom over his cock.

 When he stops to retrieve a condom, there can be no doubt it is
he.   Really, she thinks, how many rapists use a condom?  And she
remembers  all the talks (no, not talks,  they had never talked
before,  they  exchanged thoughts, they communicated.)  Another
giggle wells up in her  as she thinks, we've never talked, but we
sure as hell are fucking.  Some sort of sense comes to her and
she knows she can move from him,  throw him off balance.  If she
gets up from him, it'll be over.  he  wouldn't do anything to
hurt her, she feels confident about this.  But  she finds herself
wondering if he would be so  disappointed.  She shakes  her head,
as though trying to rid her mind of it's confusion.   Regardless
of right or wrong, he felt good.  Logically she thinks, this  is
rape.  But who would believe her...laying here like some sort of
whore...just waiting for him...no,  damn it...be honest...wanting
him (oh...a part of her not wanting it!)

With both hands he grasps her by the hips yanking  her ass into
the air.  His cock, in his right hand, poised to enter her.  He
feels her  start to pull away from him,  so he pulls back hard on
her ass with his  left hand, digging into her flesh, and enters
her quickly, easily in her wetness.  Suddenly it is as though she
  realizes this is her last chance for rebellion, and tries to
fight him  off.  He pushes his body hard against hers, sending
her flat against the  bed.  The struggle, fleetingly as it seems
to  be, only drives him on.   He can feels the walls of her pussy
working his cock, and begins to  understand her confusion.    His
mouth against her neck, he talks to  her, while one of his hands
snakes beneath her...again finding her now  engorged little clit.
  Matching the rhythm of this thrusting with the  motions of his
finger, he feels a growing heat on his cock.  A wave of 
satisfaction comes over him as he knows she is about to cum.  Not
just  cum, but going to cum hard, and to cum all over his cock. 
His  own excitement is growing out of control, and his words,
switching back and forth between English and his native language.
 His talk, so hot...

She closes her eyes and tries to think of something else,
anything else.  But soon it is obvious that it is futile.  The
voice...god it  really is sexy...that accent ...  There's no
stopping the orgasm, she  feels it coming on, she can feel her
pussy urging  his cock on...stroking  it, pulling it , squeezing
it, as it throbs it's way to it's own  orgasm.  He only needs to
feel her orgasm to start his.  Their sweat  combining, her body
quivers beneath his, as her orgasm sends small  explosions
through her body...through  her mind.  As her own orgasm 
subsides she can still feel his cock buried  inside her,
expanding,  contracting.  Her pussy involuntarily contracts,
sending a noticeable spasm through is cock.

Both taking a bit of time to catch their breath, she speaks
first.  her voice, suddenly found, as she spats out some explicit
epithets directed  at him, while trying to move out from beneath
him.  He caught some of  the words in the stream that flowed from
her...such as bastard, and rapist.  He felt good...so good he
could laugh at her.  "and just who,"  he inquired, "would believe
that she had been  raped?  I think it must be a rare thing,
indeed, for a rape victim to  have an orgasm brought on by her
attacker.   So, to save you some  embarrassment, my dear, I would
suggest you not think about reporting  this. We both knew that at
some point this would happen.  I have all our  e-mail as proof. 
For now, though, I'll leave you to think about  this...but be
sure I'll be back.  I want you.  And I do know that you  want me,
too.  You thought you could keep me neatly packaged up in that 
computer, did you?  Well, I am not satisfied merely being fodder
for  your fantasies.  I care for you, and if you don't already,
you will care more for me.  I've been watching you.  It really
wasn't much to  hide that from you.  Certainly, it has been a bit
of a bother, finding a  local account, then telnet to my own
account back home, but I really
did want to surprise you, luv.  I've enjoyed  myself immensely,
as you  obviously did, too! How wet you do get!"

She knew he couldn't see how red she was.  Some of what he was
inferring  was true.  She did like him.  Hell, he fascinated her.
 But.  But what?   She was confused.  He was here after all...not
hours away in some other  country.  He came into her house.  He
took advantage of her.  She liked  it.  How would she explain
this to anyone?  She needed time to think.

"Look at me" he says, as he gently tries to turn her towards him.
 He  feels her resistance and decides not to push her any more. 
"I'll go  now, but I'll be in touch, I'll be close by.  Of
course, you know how to  contact me."  She doesn't move as he
gets out of  the bed.  He watches her the entire time he dresses,
waiting for a  look, a word from her.  He leans over her bed, and
gently kisses her on  the side of her face, letting his lips
linger there.   Her eyes remain  closed.  With a heavy sigh he
leaves her bedroom.

Retracing his steps he eyes her computer and sits in front of it,
 turning it on.  He finds her communications program and logs
into the  Internet.  Once he gains access to his account he
leaves her e-mail.

SUBJECT:  thank you
<message>
Thank you, luv, for a beautiful night.
I'll be waiting to hear from you, but
I'll also be watching you...only because it
gives me such joy!
<<hugs>>

He smiles as he thinks of the night and hits <ctrl>X sending it
off to her account.  He knows she'll be looking for this e-mail.

She lays in her bed and still wonders if maybe this is a dream
and  she'll wake up soon.  Her body still feels hot.  There is a
sense of  incompleteness about her.  Without realizing it, she
drifts back to  sleep, and dreams it all over again.  She never
hears  the door of her  apartment closing.

The sun shining through her window wakens her and she turns
quickly  towards the alarm clock.  Oh no...late for work.  As she
jumps from her  bed, the previous night...or was it a
dream...came back full force at  her, causing her to sit back on
the bed,  shaking her head, as though to  help clear things up. 
She reaches for the phone and calls in sick to  work.  Other than
the way she feels, she can find no sign that he had  been there.
She still has doubts.  Grabbing her robe she goes into the 
bathroom to take a shower, anything to help.  Passing the mirror,
 something catches her eye and she stops, lifting her hair back
further  off her neck...to look at the undisputed proof that he
had been there.    She thought of him, there, on her, talking,
biting and she  could feel a tremor of pleasure lightly racing
through her body.

In the shower, she let the hot water cascade down her body,
giving her  time to think, and to plan.  Once she made up her
mind what to do, she  allowed herself the luxury to think about
him...to enjoy him as she   couldn't last night.  She began
lathering her breasts, playing with her  hardening
nipples...playing her hands down across her belly.  Playing
lightly with her pubic hair, she further parts her legs.  Slowly
her  fingers caress her clit, gently, as it becomes sensitive
from the  attention.  She turns with  her back to the water
streaming down,  continuing her play in front.  The water runs
down the crack of her ass,  as she bends slightly, to let the
water travel further along to her  pussy.  Lightheaded with
pleasure she leaves the shower for the comfort  of her bed, where
she lays and thinks of him.  As she cups her hand over  her
pussy, squeezing it, feeling the threads of passions building,
she  remembers his hands on her, his cock entering her.  She
inserts two  fingers as deep as possible into her pussy  with one
hand, while the other strokes her clit.  Her hips press 
upwards...wishing it were him she was moving towards.  She rolls
over,  as she was last night, on her belly, and strokes her clit
harder,  faster, thinking of him, hearing his voice once more. As
the pleasure rises, so does her frustration.  She wants him
there.  Now. In her. Damn. Her ass moves up and down on her
hand...first rhythmic,  then twitching as her orgasm comes up on
her.  Oh... god please...it  feels sooo good.  Her clit throbs
against her fingers as she feels her  pussy contracting inside
her...against nothing.  Trying to  catch her  breath she curses 
him. Damn...what have you done to me?

She gets up from the bed, grabbing her robe makes her way to the
kitchen  to make some tea.  As she waits she sits in front of her
computer,   staring at the blank screen.  Finally, she turns it
on.  As the computer  sets up, she goes about getting herself
some  hot tea.  She makes her  connection, sees there is a  "new
mail" message on her account.  She  quickly scans down the list
of who has sent her e-mail, seeing his name  last.  She takes her
time, reading the other e-mail and responding to it  first.  Down
to  her last piece of e-mail. Why does she hesitate?  A  smile
crosses her lips as she reads his brief message.  But her smile
is  brief too, while she thinks of how he went about *meeting*
her.  She
deletes his message without a reply.

She picks up the phone and calls a friend, a male who had been
after her  for a date, and invited him out to lunch.  When he
asked her why she  wasn't at work, she replied, "Because I'd much
rather have lunch with  you today."  As soon as the words left
her  mouth, she was silently  condemning herself, and her
motives.  This man was quite pleased with  the sudden change and
set the time and place to meet.  Oh, gad, she thought, he's
practically groveling.  Well, this will keep her busy part  of
the day.  She  made some more calls, making another date for the
evening.  Dinner and dancing would be the ticket tonight.  She
certainly  wasn't going to sit home waiting, speculating on what
his next move  would be.  She'll be damned if she was going to be
*his toy*.

Lunch had been a major mistake.  Her male companion was dull. 
Why had  he even been after her?  They obviously had nothing in
common.  And his  ego!  He wanted to order this for her, and
that, telling her what she  would enjoy.  Then he monopolized the
 conversation, mostly about work.   Well, work and how he goes to
"the gym" to work out.  The highlight of  lunch was when the
waiter accidentally spilled water on her date, or  rather, on her
dates crotch.  The manager came over to see what the commotion
was  about, and he started chastising the waiter for his error. 
She pulls the manager aside, as the mess is dabbed up, 
explaining to him that while it should be viewed as an accident,
the  waiter, in fact, did her a favor, as the *gentleman* was not
being a gentleman and was rather properly put in his place.  She
slips the  manager a  large bill, requesting that he give it to
the waiter, in  gratuity for  his intervention.  She leans over
to her date and says she  has to go, and when he tries to follow
her, the manager  stops him, telling him how they would like to
rectify the error and  make sure all  is taken care of.

Safely outside she decides to do some shopping for her date
tonight.  She usually detested shopping, but it was preferable to
going home.   Wandering through the mall, she is lost in her own
thoughts, circling at  least three times before entering any
stores.  In a bookstore the first  thing she sees is a special
display on traveling.  This rattles her a  bit and she leaves the
store, going into the next store, where she finds  an appealing
outfit, until she looks at the tag and sees it has been
manufactured in a particular foreign country.  The sales clerk
looks at  her suspiciously as she laughs out loud.  She can't
help but think how incredible this all is.  As she makes her way
through the mall, she sees
 a display in a record store for...imported music, at the video
store...a special on...foreign films.  This is too weird, she
thinks.  Definitely  time to go home.

Once home, she finds a message on her answering machine.  "Hello,
luvs,  just checking in with you, hope you got home all right! 
Check your  email"  Staring at the machine in surprise she turns
on her computer to  check her e-mail, and  sure enough, another
message from him.

SUBJECT:  Your day
<MESSAGE>
 Quite a day we have had, eh?  Though I'm not so sure that was a
very
 nice thing you did to your gentleman friend.  But at least you
saved
 that poor waiter's job!  Well, I really didn't think your lunch
date was
 your type anyhow, now was he?  You didn't  seem to enjoy
yourself for a
 moment, however.  Shame about the mall, though.  They didn't
seem to
 have anything you wanted...unless you were planning on
traveling? ]:)
 You don't look well, hope you aren't coming down with something.
 If
 that were the case, however, I'd love to come take care of you.

 OK, I'm teasing a bit, but seriously, I wouldn't want anything
to happen
 to you!

 Talk to you soon!

<<HUGS>>

She  stared at the screen for a time.  At first she couldn't
think, too stunned  when she realized he'd been following her. 
Not just followed her, but also  knew, damn he knew what was
going on.  She reached for the keyboard, hesitated, then hit the
*D*, deleting  his e-mail.  She turned off the computer,
surprised to find how late it  was getting.  As she
turned to go to the bedroom to get ready for tonight,  the phone
rang.   It rang three times before she would pick it up.  "Hi!  
About tonight, would you mind meeting  me there at the club? 
I've gotten delayed at work, and otherwise we  would run late,
and might not get a good table, and..."   "No problem,"  she
replied, interrupting his winded speech, "in
fact, I think it's preferable that I drive myself into the city."
 He hesitated,  realizing he may have made a mistake..., and she
took the opportunity to  tell him she had to run, her water was
running...and hung up without  a good-bye.  This whole thing was
growing
weary on her.  At least she was driving herself, preventing any
potential awkwardness  at her door.  Heading off into the
bedroom, the phone rang again.  Oh,  she thought, he probably
forgot something else...and picked it up,  inquiring, "yes?" 
"Not much of a
greeting for your lover, now, is it?" No, she thought, I don't
have time or the  energy for this right now, and hung up the
phone.  She reached down and unplugged  it as it began to ring
again, ignoring the fact that her nipples had become erect.

She looked longingly at her bed, wishing now  she could just lie
down and sleep.  Just forget that this day ever happened.   Well,
what's done is done, and why is she feeling so sorry for herself
now?  Nothing wrong with going out and having a good time with a
friend, she told herself.  She sort of laughed at the thought of
friend...knowing  what he had hoped for the end of the evening. 
Just another day in the life girl...

Driving into the  city, she found herself checking her rearview
mirrors frequently.  Lot of  good it would do, as she didn't have
a clue as to what he would be driving.   A rental car, of course,
but they come in many shapes and forms.  Thinking of him, 
following her, gave her goose bumps...and a tingle.  Arriving at
the club,  she found her date waiting for her.  He greeted her a
bit too heartily,  hugging her a bit too tightly to him.  In
fact, she turned her head  just in time to avoid a kiss on the
lips, steering  him to her cheek instead.  She groaned inwardly
when she smelled  the alcohol on his breath. You know how to
pick them, she thought as she  dredged up a mental image of her
trying to  kick herself.  "So, you've had a head start on me" she
said.  He  looked at her sheepishly, knowing she was not going to
be fooled, and just  suggested that they go ahead inside, where
their table was already secured.

Giving it's rocky start the evening was going better than she had
 anticipated.   The dinner was excellent, and the staff was
superb.  Despite the  fact that her friend had already had a
couple drinks, he was by no means drunk.  His company became, at
least, pleasant.   The only problem was dancing with him.  He
wanted to take advantage of  the darkened floor during the slow
dances, his hands would roam...down her  ass while he was
verbally trying to seduce her.  He told her how lovely she looked
tonight, how much pleasure he got in holding her. Much to her
surprise, however, another  man cut into their dance.  Her
partner was not pleased, but what could he do?

A shock went through her as this stranger  pulled her close, his
hand fitting naturally into the small curvature  at the top of
her ass, caressing her.  He was a bit taller than her,  and he
leaned his face into her hair nuzzling her, crushing her to him.
 She tried to pull
back, without causing a scene.  As her discomfort  grew, she
finally spoke up. "Um...excuse me, apparently you have mistaken
me for someone else."  He only seemed to hold on
tighter...pressing himself  against her.  Suddenly she realized
that this man was also getting an  erection!  Before she could
scream something (what?, she thought?  pervert!? In a respectable
place like this?) he spoke, softly to  her.  And then she knew. 
This was no stranger.  This man has shared  her bed.  This man
has been in her thoughts for...forever it seemed.  "Hello,  luv,
hope you don't mind me cutting in, but I was getting a bit peeved
 at the mauling your friend was trying  to give you"  Not knowing
if she was going to laugh or cry, she buried  her face in his
shoulder.  He laughed at her...and she raised her  eyes to his,
looking into his eyes for the first time.  She asked him, "Well,
you've handled everything so far, but what   do you think you can
do about my date this evening?"  He moved her about  on the dance
floor, so they could both see that her date, was engrossed  in a
conversation (well, if you could call it that) with a buxom
blonde bombshell, with legs up to her...well...you  get the
picture.  And her dress cut almost to her knees it seemed.  A
high-pitched giggle could be heard  coming from that table.
"So, tell me you even rigged THAT one up!"
"I'd rather tell you something else, darling."
"So, tell me.  I feel I'm a rather captive audience, so let me
hear your plan!"

He held her closer, tighter, bending his head to her ear.   She
found it difficult to catch her breath as she listened to him. 
The  rest of the room disappeared as he told her this:

First, I  shall take you as my lover.  I'll gently lay you down
on our bed, and  I'll cover you with sweet gentle kisses,
starting on the delicate  petals of your eyelids,  and your
mouth...like a fresh blossomed  rose, I'll caress, slowly,
carefully, as to not crush the  bloom.  I shall touch your throat
gently,  surrounding it like the stem  of a flower,  I'll suckle
your breast, circling your nipples like  they are fragile
buds...nudging them to open for me.  I shall then lower  my
head...to taste your nectar, gently, like a  hummingbird,
gathering your juices onto my tongue, savoring you,  bringing out
the scent of you...release your blossomed  fragrance into  our
room, the delicate layers of your skin swelling up with it's joy.
Then I would rise above you, and I  will enter you with myself. 
My hard cock, penetrating you to the very core  of your being,
feeding you, bringing you to pleasure, with me.  Not before, not
after, but with me.

It took  a moment for her to realize he had quit talking. 
Listening to him was  bringing such images to her mind.  She
merely leaned into him, feeling  light headed, giving herself up
to the picture he was painting.  When they realized the music had
stopped,  he quickly took her around the corner into a darkened
hallway...pushing her  against the wall...pushing himself hard
against her.  She could feel his  hard cock pressing against her
abdomen...and oh how she wanted it.   She knew how flushed her
face must be  and didn't look up at him.  But he had other ideas,
as he reached  behind her, grabbing a fist full of hair and
yanking downward, pulling her  face up to him.  Her eyes wide,
mouth open in surprise...he then spoke again, telling her he
wasn't done yet.

After we have  rested a bit, maybe a small glass of wine, I shall
then take you as my  possession.  I'll crush the rose of your
mouth with mine, and I'll test the  strength of your neck with my
hands,  and when my mouth comes to the  buds of your nipples, I 
shall ravage them, biting them...perhaps making you cry out.  And
if you  cry out, I'll take you by your lovely hair, bending you
over me, bringing  your head into my lap where you'll take my
cock into your mouth, tasting  you on it.  I'll fuck that
mouth...you'll  feel the head of my cock hitting the back of your
throat over and over  again, until I'm ready to lay you back on
the bed once more. I'll hold  you done by your shoulders...as my
teeth, not my lips explore your body.   Now, I don't pretend that
it'll  take long before I want to  fuck you.  Your legs...they'll
be bent back, your knees almost touching your shoulders, your
cunt...open  to me...your asshole too, if I decide.  Maybe I'll
just watch you first  like
that...before I plunge my cock into you.  Hard, luv,  be sure of
that, I will fuck you hard.  I'll slam into that cunt that  will
then be mine.  I'll let your legs go over my shoulders, so
that I  can grab onto your tits, and squeeze them...pinch and
twist your nipples.   I shall love feeling you squirm  beneath my
ministrations.  If I feel I'm ready to cum...I'll take my cock 
out of you...but don't worry, it's only for a moment, as I turn
you over,  and take you from behind...like any other male animal
taking what  is his.  I'll hold onto
your ass so tight, I'll  leave fingertip bruises on it.  And like
a jungle cat, I'll lean  over your back and you'll feel my teeth
sink into your neck, and hold you  to your position until I'm
quite done fucking you, my cum exploding deep within that cunt of
mine.

He saw the change in her eyes,  knew she was deeply affected by
him.  He watched her, having let go of her hair...but her eyes
remained riveted on his.   She  had the glassy eyed look of
someone who had ingested a drug...and she felt that , in a sense
she had. And he was the drug.   Already she could feel the
shifting within her.  Afraid she wouldn't be  able to speak,
afraid she would faint if he didn't do something soon...she
managed to  say one thing to him...one thing to let him know.. 
He watched her  as she made the effort to speak...when finally
she said, "Please...?"

He  put his arm around her, steadying her, and walked her to his
car,
making their way to what had been her home.

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