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Show 59, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] "Dorian I'll do anything for you. Except, you know." She had her head in his lap. "Like, if there's anything you want me to wear, or--" He gave his little laugh. "Oh, that," she said. "With me down here on the floor. . .like this? You wicked boy--I could get housemaid's knee." She nuzzled up under to kiss him in that spot, that lower nerve center that for a guy is as vital as a dinosaur's second brain. He planted each foot in a black square of tile. He doth bestride the narrow world like a colossus was the free association. Her lips moistened, pursed. Teasing, he drew back. "Dory--" Again, j u s t a b i t , he drew back. " I want--" "No." And now the blankness on her face, "Dory please, you--" and in a careless moment, misreading him for chivalry, "Give, please, please, oh go ahead. . . you're not the first. . The seamy truth. Other second-story men. Oh well. A virgin these days. More then generous with her mouth. And rather large with her intestine. |
