He put one hand on the brick wall, pinning her there, where she sank back, tilting her head up to meet him. I would have gone to help if she hadn’t smiled. Then he pressed his other hand against the taut fabric at her waist, and her smile disappeared. Still, she didn’t seem in need of help. Not the kind I was ready to give, anyway. When her lips parted, and her chest began to heave, I knew the only help she wanted was what he had in mind.