Don't Push Me

For the ladies... there's love:

True Love, he now understood, could beat down sadness, loneliness, and sorrow.  It knew how to deal with anger and grief by replacing it with understanding and sypathy.  even though he knew  that he loved this woman a light bulb still came on and shined bright inside him declaring the mysteries behind the word...love!

He knew that because of this relationship, because of this moment, that he was going to be  a better man, better husband and a better father.  He finally understood what his mother, whom everyone called Grams, meant when she said, 'it takes a strong woman...to make a good man'.

and later...

Tracy opened the blinds and found the day a carbon copy of the one before, with fluffy, milky white clouds few and far between.  She greeted the day with a smile of contentment, remembering the night of enchantment, it was wonderful and unusual at the same time... it was aggressive... and then tender, and she found her body was fiery...and responsive!

Greg too, was fanatical the first time, but then was tender and zealous with his impassioned actions.  His appetite was insatiable...along with hers...The night had been long, each enthusiastically searching, and then reaching climax...over and over again.

She stood looking out the window at the window at a flawless day, the central air kicked on and a cool breeze  flowed around her legs, then wrapped around her body, it mixed with the warm sunshine air coming off the window, the sensation enticing and bringing back scandalous thoughts. 

She turned to her husband... 

Assurance, is what she felt, gone in a wisp was the loneliness, the fear, and the uncertainty.  The loneliness and the fear of loneliness dissipated when in his arms last night she cried, remembering the long ago night when a stranger had penetrated not only her body...but her mind, her soul, and her conscience.  Her very essence was shatteered that night, but with three words Greg restored her quintessence, her breath for life...

Like he knew that she was fighting demons he said.  "It's all good, whatever it is... it's all good!"

For the men, it's mad action:

Ty knew that there were two people firing at him, some of the bullets were hitting the wood frame of the sofa and was passing violently threw cushion...looking for a home.  Ty was trying to stay as low to the ground as possible,  he was trying to wait; they were both busting off at the same time and would run out at the same time...

He heard the clicks fall from the emptey chambers.  He crouched just over the far end of the couch and seen Kev enter from the door, laying down cover fire.  Ty's first shot hit and spent  a man around that  had a gun in one hand and a cell phone in the other, he dropped the cell phone and then dived behind a big brown oak desk.

Kev came in poppin', like Doc Holiday at the O-K Corral, they were only thirty-two's but he had them blazin'.  The man he was shooting at  stopped  trying  to reload and ran towards what appeared to be a bathroom.  Kev had the heart but he didn't have the aim, he missed with his first six shots. 

Once the man behind the desk thought it was safe to re-load he reached into the drawer and grapped two clips, grinning because he had  told his partner, Marshall, not to use a weapon with shells, they took to long to  reload in a fight... and this was a fight!  He was loving it!  Laying on his right side, he slammed the clip home and when he moved the nine millimeter out from in front of his face...he seen his opponents face.  It was Kev, lying on his side too, twenty feet away from him...pointing a weapon right at his grinning face. 'Fu**!"

Kev's next four shots were two misses..and two hits!

This is just a taste of the non-stop action you will continue to read in "Don't Push Me!" Pick it up today!