She didn't quite understand his questions but when he pulled her close to him for a hug she went willingly.   Body shifted so that she was sitting instead in his lap with her legs tucked off the side of the couch so that she could sit comfortably and lean herself into him.<em>  I wonder what he was looking for. </em>She didn't mind the hugging, the touching the kissing, it was nice and made her feel valued.   But mainly it was nice because it just was a nice thing to have happen to her.   Tarek could have done anything he wanted to her, been as vicious as he wanted and who would care?   No one.   So she was very thankful that he had his affection for her.<br/><br/>With one arms coiled around his chest she went back to stroking his fur on his side as she set her head against his chest just below and to the side of his chin.    She didn't care if he spaced out thinking about whatever he was thinking about.   Eyes closed as she sat there, happy to be held and stroked.   It dawned on her that it had to be later then when he should be at work after a good 30 minutes of her just drifting.  Eyes popped open as she tilted her face to look up at him.<strong> "Tarek Go..WoRk?" </strong>She said the word work but stressed the wrong bits which made it sound weird.