Jane draped herself all over George like an overly heated blanket. He shifted his shoulders to try and accommodate the weight but his lungs felt like they were being crushed. Before he could take in a deep breath she planted her mouth over his and began forcing her personal air down his throat. George attempted to use his arms to try and at least get her off his chest a little but discovered they were pinned to the couch by her elbows. Jane was making noises now, moans he guessed. She seemed to be enjoying herself. He couldn’t tell how long he had left to live. Could be moments. A minute at best. As she pressed down onto his lap and forced his neck back against the couch his last thoughts were of regret for saying those three little words.