"They moved us to another set of rooms and have several guards posted at the doors.  Nicole, I just don't know what to do.  Honestly, I have never been so scared in my life of dying."  I say to Nicole over the phone.   Laying on the bed naked on my belly, Dean rubs my shoulders and then I feel his fingers sofly trail down my spine.  He stops just above the dimples in my buttcheeks and traces the outline of my hips, while he stares at me intently.  I sigh when he leans down and kisses my butt, smiling as he does. His nails rake down the back of my legs and up again, pausing for a second at the intersection between my thighs and then traveling back up my butt.  My hips automatically raise to except him and he makes a funny noise in the back of his throat, before spreading my legs and nestling between my thighs.  I feel his fingers rub my nub and the moisture that is spreading between them. Not hearing what Nicole sai

"It says here, Mr. Robinson, was found dead at age 45 of an apparent breaking and entering.  The lawyer was found dead at 11:12 a.m. by an unidentified male who was called by a person of interest."  Turning to me after reading it in the newspaper, Dean asks, "Person of interest?  Now you are a person of interest?  What the hell is going on here?" "I don't honestly know.  Matter of fact, at this rate I will end up in jail and then dead."  I say mournfully, knowing that the sad fact is I am completely right. "Is there anywhere you know of that we can hide?  Like somewhere out in the country that the lone shark and the hitmen wouldn't know about?  I have family in Tennessee, but that's a long ways away from here and they might find out about them."  Dean quickly says. A light goes on and I remember a friend from high school that I haven't talked to in years.  She moved away to Illinois and I only saw her once sin

"Damn it!"  I hear one of the men say when I wake up with a migraine and everywhere I look it's black.  The only other sound I hear is the humming of the baseboard heater.  I am assuming we are still in the hotel, because I remember hearing that exact same noise earlier in the evening before the men showed up.  Tryng to free myself, I hear the man say, "Stop doing that, or I am going to have to knock you out again sweet thing." I smell the acrid stench of his cigar permeating through out the room and it almost makes me throw up, but I force myself to keep it together.  Concentrating on trying to hear if Dean is in the room with me, I sit still and I wait to see if I hear him.  I am finally rewarded when the other man kicks him and he groans in pain. Opening my mouth, I realize that he hasn't gagged me, so I go to scream, but think twice.  Asking nicely, "Can I go to the bathroom?  I have to pee really bad and I can't ho

"Jenna, do you mind coming here for a minute?"  Sam asks and I follow her to the bathroom. The man sitting down at the table, is not an officer and I have no clue who he is.  By the looks of him, he hasn't done any hard work ever in his life.  Probably a business man by best guess or if he does work, it is something that doesn't involve manuel labor.   I would have woke up Dean just as soon as I realized it, but I figured we could deal with this on our own.  If it was another hitman, he would know soon enough when he heard gun shots echoing through out the room.  Otherwise, we would handle it.   "You know, let's feel this one out.  So far, he hasn't done anything to us and he is definitely playing the part well.  I just know that he isn't a police officer, there is simply no way." I stand next to the mirror and inspect my reflection before walking back out. As soon as we walk out of the bathroom i

"What do you mean he won't sign the papers and make it official?"  Dean scratches his forearm and tries to understand what has just happened. After leaving the house, I find myself sitting in the car in the driveway.  More pissed off then I have ever been in my life, I realize that I am fighting a losing battle with him.  Turning to Dean who is utterly confused, I lean towards him and kiss him knowing that I will never be able to fully be with him or marry him. "It's exactly what I said.  Brad refuses to divorce me unless I stop seeing you.  He hates me so much that he doesn't ever want to see me completely happy."  I take a deep breath and scream at the top of my lungs.  "What a total dickhead!"  Surprised by my action, Sam starts laughing in the backseat and resets the mood.  We both look in the back at her and start laughing with her.  She comments, "You do know that you could always have him killed.