'Taken' by Jo Bell
�When a thief kisses you, count your teeth.� � Yiddish proverb Let�s just say it was complete surrender. The wanted word is visceral; the usual exchange of fluids doesn�t quite compare. He closed his eyes and tilted back his head and he was mine, as naked as a worm. He yielded like a sapling to the axe. Humility is not an asset in my trade, but such an ecstasy of loss brought out the best in