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kisses down her neck, he
moaned her name.   A hand claimed her
breast.

 
                Naive Sam was not, she knew Ted
wanted her, the invitation a ploy to lure her into a relationship with no
promises.   During the month, they had
dated words of love he never spoke.   Each
time they were together, it became exceedingly more difficult to stop his
embraces, his demanding kisses, and the tongue that forever sought the depths
of her mouth while his body undulated against hers.   

 
                  Sam's puppy love experiences were nothing
compared to Ted, her adolescent kisses, experimental.   Ted’s face showed strength and character, his
cavalier attitude enough to charm the most vicious rattlesnake.   Sex appeal, he had more than his fair share,
not to mention confidence.   He had
successfully nudged open the door to adult passion making Sam wonder for the
first time if he was the one to carry her across passion's threshold.   Yes, unexpectedly and completely Ted swept
her off her feet.   For the first time she
longed to experience intimacy between a man and a woman.  

 
                Troubling her now was wondering if
she could surrender completely.   Still a
virgin, she had reservations about satisfying a man who had a reputation as a
womanizer.   Planning to give her
virginity as a gift on her wedding night, she worried she could not convince
Ted to respect her wishes.   Though he did
not pressure her, she burned where his eyes touched, where his skilled hands
branded her as his own.   Ted was the
first man ever to make her passion rise and ache for release.   His demanding kisses and strength told her he
would not be a gentle lover, and she wondered if that was what ignited the fire
deep within.   No man had discovered her
secret yearnings, or had pushed her over the edge.

 
                The planes’ engines reversing as it
landed halted Sam's erotic fantasies. An event that convinced her landing was
definitely worse than taking off. Closing her eyes, she summarized the entire
experience, never again would she fly.  

 
                There was no need to rush to gather
her belongings; feelings others did not share. Held captive she was in her seat
while in typical New York fashion, the race was on.   Bags fell to the floor; tempers flared, and
forgotten were all manners.   All at once,
Sam wondered what happened to chivalry and if she had made the right decision.

 
 
    CHAPTER FIVE

 
 
    “JUNE 2011”

 
                A
careening streak of scarlet came to a halt outside the hospitals' emergency
entrance.    Barely inhaling sufficient
oxygen Brad swiftly covered the distance to the admission desk.    “Where is she?   Is she all right?   Where did they take her,” his hysterical
bellows breaking through the chaos of screaming children, moaning victims',
irate patients, and endless sirens.  

 
                In
unison, two nurses turned in acknowledgment, an elderly, portly, one replying,
“calm down, sir.   Take a deep breath and
tell us whom you are inquiring about.” Approaching, placing a firm grip on the
stranger's arm, Evelyn turned the young man to face her.   Evident was the pain reflecting from dull,
dark eyes filled with frantic worry.  

 
                “Sam,
she's . . . she's tiny.   She has long . .
. black hair.   She was bleeding.   They must have just . . .” Fingers sweeping
dark curls off his brow moved to squeeze the flesh of his forehead into folds
as if the act would restore   memory, and
slow speech.

 
                “You
must mean Samantha Peterson,” Evelyn replied in a soft even tone.   Her nod toward a male aide nearby signaled
her need of assistance.   The towering,
thickset assistant quietly came behind Brad as she continued, “Are you a relative,
her husband?   We've been trying to
contact you.”
    “Well, uh, you see . .