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"Because...if I don't make love to you, soon, I may just go out of my mind."
"Make love? Don't you mean...fuck?"
"No. I mean make love. To every inch of you."
"Starting with my legs?"
"If you'd like that, yes."
She felt the change in her thighs almost immediately, and the warmth spread to her belly as he spoke. "Yes. I think I'd like that." She finished her Coke and stood, and he stood too, then he followed her to the sleeping car -- his eyes never once leaving her legs.
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- COMMENTS
Dalhawkalmost 7 years agoThe "Camelot" reference was a bit off. That didn't come into play until after JFK was dead. Picky, I know.
rightbankalmost 7 years agoSo many little teasers. Who are these people? Where are we going?
Stay tuned.
BuzzCzaralmost 7 years agoI caught myself skimming the middle of this chapter. It caught my attention again when she saw him on the platform. I'll keep reading.
