Each word seared Sally’s mind. Their desire and need swept away her caution. His hand slid beneath her skirt, stroked her thigh, fingertips sliding beneath underwear, touching, teasing.
Everyone, most of all Jim, knew he had no ‘Faith'. He shook his head, annoyed. No whispered prayer would bring this girl back to life.
A fireman covered in smoke and oily filth, held out the British cure for everything. His eyes were pained and watery, and Nick knew it wasn’t just from the smoke.