**Pewter City Hotel**<br/><br/>A gentle, soft moan escaped the woman's lips. She arched her back and used her arms to help support herself so that Gary could move more freely, but she did not hesitate to return his kiss. Not in the slightest. She pressed against him with renewed fervor, inspired by the sensation of his body inside of her, and she rode him hard. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies moving as one and the pitiful whimpers of pleasure filled the otherwise quiet room with the evidence that Charity was truly enjoying herself.<br/><br/>Feeling Gary's hands slip over her smooth, bare skin, she pressed her chest against his and gasped in her excitement. She moved to kiss the crook of his neck and all up along the line of his jaw, her soft lips warm against his throat.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Samuel glanced towards the window, as if half-expecting what Alphonse said to be true.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't put it out of my mind so quickly." He said slowly. "I've had my share of people chasing me and hunting me down. It wouldn't surprise me if something happened. But I certainly hope it doesn't. Those people from earlier would be the most likely candidates, but there are plenty of others who would just as soon see me dead."<br/><br/>The old man took a deep breath and laughed. "Well anyway, I'm not so worried about that. I think we can manage." Feeling a little better, he pushed the picture with the large white canine leaning on his shoulders towards Alphonse. "You see this? People would kill for this picture. Even more so to be in the position I was in when it was taken. Sometimes I feel like the luckiest man on earth. Other times.... Well.... I feel like I'm stuck inside of a nightmare."<br/><br/>Samuel glanced over at the sleeping girl in the bed, wondering if her dreams were more peaceful than his had been over the last 20 or so years.