<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom found that Karra had the strangest way he could imagine to say that she cared about him. This girl was really complicated, it would have needed just eight, nine words to put it all to rest, but instead she nearly broke her tongue in finding the vaguest words to describe how she felt. Tom sighed and his hand caught her right under her chest, when she tried to lay down. He pulled her back up, his hand slipping a little bit up and brushing over the underside of her bra. He didn't hesitate and he didn't change his grip, so it was up to Karra to imagine if he had noticed where his hand was or not.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"My feelings for you have not changed, Karra. Nor have I forgotten what you said. I know that this situation is not easy, Karra. And that it makes it extremly difficult for us. Maybe I should have kept my feelings for you buried inside. It may have been the better way. But it is too late now. We survive this and then we start anew...“</span> <br/><br/>Tom put his hand on her shoulder...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"And the next time when I whisper your name in your ear and you answer me with Major, I will start to call you Kitten for a whole month...“</span></div>