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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 239 of 307 only members of my church can know. It is a fiery volcano of want releasing itself like lava only after it has convinced itself that all the watching eyes are gone and it can finally erupt like it was born to do. I wanted to be candy disolving in her soft mouth. This was it. I loved her and there could be no more beating around the bush about it. Not for me. I was in. She looked me in the eyes, "Would you think I was crazy if I told you I love you?" "I love you." I said. "Does that make me crazy?" She kissed me again, our mouths sealing and unsealing, joining, teasing, dancing. Things were looking up. Up. Up. Up. Her flat palm roamed over my chest and began to work at the top buttons of my shirt. "No, it doesn't make you crazy. It makes you wonderful." I wanted to surrender to this. There was nothing more I wanted in the entire world. Except to know that the psycho was far far away. I needed to get his phone number to Steve. "Let's just make sure we weren't followed, okay? I gotta go and get that laptop." She kissed me and ran my hand down her side so that her smooth curves were like a roller coaster for my fingers. "Get back here as fast as you can, please." I walked out into the night praising Aphrodite. I started walking to my car to get the laptop. I had completely |