Sarah leaned her head back to allow him access to her jaw and throat. She recognized his caresses as affection. Closing her eyes, she inhaled his scent of pine forest and something primitive that she couldn't describe . She ran her fingers gently over his thin limbs, marveling at how they were like polished mahogony, both smooth and rugged at the same time.  He held her tighter and seemed to swell under her hands. Suddenly, the glorious music in her head  turned to cacophony. Ms. S stiffened and put her away from him,<br/><br/>"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, her breathing ragged. She reached toward him but he edged closer to the window. The static in her head was nearly unbearable, but she smiled.<br/><br/>"Oh, no,  no. Its okay, Don't go. Please, I'm not offended. I trust you, Mr. S. You know I do."