I’m back! Honestly I have been writing the entire time but I just haven’t been able to finish any of my works in progress. So when I do expect a lot of posting to happen.
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I took another deep breath and a long pull on my drink nearly choking on it. I twisted the book sideways so it could be seen. She’d told me to buy my favorite book, the hardcover, and place the payment on the dedication page and leave it on the table. Isaac Asimov was a boyhood hero of mine and he’d passed away last year.
I ended up here at this upscale Manhattan hotel because I couldn’t take the stress of it any longer. I grew up a painfully shy introvert with a passion for reading and technology. I couldn’t socialize with women so I finally sought the help of a professional. Despite the air conditioning I felt hot. I was about ready to give up on this whole idea as folly and go up to my room.
I looked over my shoulder around the room to see if anyone else had come in yet. It was early for the bar crowd and only one or two tables were occupied. Just as I was about to turn back a silhouette darkened the door and a beautiful woman walked towards the bar. Long brown hair with golden highlights laid gently over her shoulders. She wore a black dress cut well above the knee showing off her terrific legs. She didn’t even glance at me but came up to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me.
The bartender arrived promptly to take her order. “A Cosmo please.” He nodded and went to make her drink. She turned slightly and looked at the book on the bar next to my drink. “I, Robot. Reading the classics?” She asked, humor in her voice.
“Uh yea, I mean yes. It’s a favorite of mine.” I stammered.
She gave back a wry smile. “My entire science fiction knowledge is based on watching Star Trek on TV.” She gave me a little laugh and pointed at the book. “May I?”
A feeling of cold dread went through me. If this wasn’t Hannah, the girl I’d made the appointment with, then the money inside might raise questions I wasn’t prepared to answer. If it was her she was far more beautiful than I had hoped for. Her blue eyes stared into mine as I thought for a moment that she looked familiar. She had a small beauty mark below her left eyebrow. The hair brushed from her face revealed three small freckles that always reminded me of a diagram of the constellation Triangulum. The recognition caught me off guard for a moment. The slight tilt of her head and raised eyebrows brought me back.
“Oh, certainly.” I slid the book closer to her. She picked it up just as the bartender set her drink down.
“Thank you.” She smiled at him as he nodded and walked away. She had turned the book over to read the back and set it on its spine on the bar and flipped open the cover to read the jacket blurb. “This sounds familiar. Isn’t he the one that postulated the Three Laws of Robotics?”
I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Yes, that’s right.” I sounded surprised to my own ears. “In that book actually.”
She flipped the flyleaf and then the dedication page. She held the back of the book up so the only ones that could see into the book were the two of us. She flipped through the bills and then flipped to the table of contents. “I should get a copy. I’ve always been fascinated by that idea.”
It dawned on me that this was her, Hannah. “Take that one.” I blurted. “I have another at home,” I added with a laugh.
“That’s very generous of you.” She paused and it only belatedly came to me that she was asking my name, something she already knew.
“Paul Lawrence.” I suddenly hoped that she wouldn’t remember me. Her real name was Megan Duval and she was the student teacher that spent a semester teaching my eighth grade English class back in Hartford Connecticut. I remember her first day. Mr. Phillips had given us the lowdown on her the day before. She was a former student herself and was studying for a teaching degree focusing on English and was spending a few months interning at her old middle school. She was only six years older than most of us in that class, and it showed in her nerves. She was the subject of talk for every boy in class. She was a classic beauty, a sculpted brow over piercing blue eyes, high cheeks and a long narrow nose that led to full pink lips that often gave way to the warmest smile. Her wry sense of humor came out when the class clown decided to test her limits, which he did often. She quickly coined the phrase ‘Shut it, Shawn’ which made the whole class crack up.
“Are you in there?” She said drawing me back to the present.
“Oh I’m sorry…”
“Hannah.” She said filling in the pause and held her hand out to shake.
“Nice to meet you Hannah.” I played along and thought if I were any less of a wallflower I might have been remembered, but then I did the math and realized that was half my life ago. That would put her at thirty-two, though she looked years younger. She took a sip of her Cosmo and turned to me, a curious expression crossed her face.
“Have we met before?” She squinted then laughed.
I acted surprised as best as I could without being dramatic. “No. I would definitely remember meeting someone as beautiful as you.”
Her smile was still just as sweet, a blush brightened her cheeks. “Thank you. So what do you do Paul?”
I bored her with a vague description of computer hardware engineering and processor design.
“Wow that’s fascinating. I’ve wanted to get my own computer but they’re so expensive.”
“They are, but like all technology it will improve in price and capability before you know it. The key is to know when to jump into the pool. Buy leading edge technology so it’s not obsolete within a month.”
She finished her drink and the bartender had appeared as if by magic to inquire if she wanted another. She tilted her head and looked at me. “I don’t know. I have a feeling I’m about to be asked to dinner.”
I grinned and did just that. I paid for our drinks and Hannah stood and waited for me, book in hand with her clutch on top of it and looped her arm in mine as we walked out of the bar. I looked much more suave than I felt and I attributed it all to her. As we walked I realized how seamless she made this feel as if it was normal for a beautiful woman to walk up to me in a bar and strike up a conversation.
The maitre’d sat us at a table next to a small fountain in the atrium portion of the restaurant, a small bouquet sat in the center of the table with a candle jutting out the top which he lit after handing us menus.
“It’s a good thing I took high school French.” I said looking at the names. I felt a quick sense of dread after saying it hoping that wouldn’t be the moment of recall.
“I took it in college and there are things on here I’d have to look up. Chef’s have their own lingo.” She laughed.
When the waiter arrived he recommended a wine to go with our appetizers and we both agreed. He returned with the bottle and opened it pouring glasses as the salads were set in front of us. We made small talk, mostly about what I was doing in the city this week. I was just seeing the sites, and she mentioned having never been to the top of the Empire State Building. A trip I had planned for the following day. I took a chance and invited her along. A smile spread across her face. “Maybe I will.”
We finished dinner and the waiter poured the remainder of the wine and asked if we would like coffee, or dessert.
“Coffee would be nice. I think we have dessert covered.” She said looking at me with a sly grin.
“Just coffee then.” I said to the waiter with what must have looked like a goofy grin. I’d completely forgotten that this date was a sure thing. My heart went into overdrive as I thought about what would happen next. The sun had gone down and the sky had gone to twilight, the brightest stars began to show.
“I can’t believe we’ve been here for so long. It feels like we just sat down.” I said hoping my nervousness wasn’t coming through. Her smile brightened in the candlelight. Her eyes darted around, the table next to us was empty but there was a group at the table beyond that.
“How is it that you’re here with me and not with any number of women who would be glad to be here in my place?” She said softly.
“I’m sorry?” I said, genuinely confused. She laughed.
“That statement was very romantic and completely unrehearsed. I can tell. You have quite a knack for showing a girl a good time. I’m just sort of curious.”
I found myself staring at the candle as it burned low. I was starting to get cold feet, compounded by the fact that she was once my English teacher, even if only for a few months. I looked into her eyes, the blue rimmed with a dark line making them sharp in their regard. Honesty rose from inside me unfiltered.
“Because, not only have I never done this, I’ve never…”
A moment passed and the awareness showed on her face as slight shock. “Never?”
I just nodded and looked away. Her hand settled on mine and gripped softly. “Hey, look at me. It’s okay.”
I did look back at her. There was no mocking in her expression. “I just never.” I stammered. “I’ve always been very shy, and intimidated. College made it worse. I didn’t think it could get that much worse than high school.” I said, my voice remained soft but my frustration came through enough for me to notice and stop. Her hand tightened on mine.
Her smile was genuine. “You’ve been doing wonderfully all night. I’m sure you will the rest too.” She winked at me. I paid the check and we went up to my room.
I’d only gotten a regular room not a suite but she didn’t seem to care. Once inside she laid her book and clutch on the side table and walked up to me. She reached for my hands, placed them on her hips and she leaned into me, her lips neared mine and stopped. I leaned into her kiss, starting softly as our lips met. She pressed into it the tip of her tongue glided across my lip and I parted them letting her in. I focused on the feel of her in my arms, her hands running through my hair, my hands slid around her waist to pull her close. We parted with a sigh.
“Well I’d say you’ve done that before, or you are one hell of a fast learner.” Her smile was all warmth and encouragement.
“Maybe you’re a great teacher?” The ice cold stab returned. I closed my eyes for a moment and let out a sigh. I pushed her gently away.
“What’s the matter?”
“I can’t.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you what to do.” Her hand rested on my arm in assurance.
“That’s not what I mean. I can’t Megan. Ms. Duval.” I let her go and stepped back. The look on her face was a mix of surprise and alarm. Her expression pressed me to reassure her that she was safe. “I lied earlier, when you asked if we’d met before. Back when you were in college, you came back to Hartford middle school to teach English for a semester in Mr. Phillip’s class.”
She stood there with her arms across her chest. The fear on her face subsided into interest.
“Sweet Paul?” It was my turn to be confused. “You were the one that wrote me that love story.” Her hand went to her open mouth. “Jack asked me if I wanted him to have a chat with you over that.” She stepped back and sat on the bed. “Oh my God you must have been mortified when you realized it was me.” She fell back on the bed her hands over her face. “I don’t blame you if you’ve lost any and all respect you may have had for me.”
“I’m not going to lie. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to think why you would be doing this. I would have expected you to be teaching by now.”
“I do. Do you have any idea how poorly teachers are paid?” She let out a chuckle at that. “There are other reasons.” She took a deep breath and let it out and sat up, leaning back on her elbows, her expression shifted back to seduction. “As much as I’m torn to just thank you for dinner and go on my way with a recommendation for a friend of mine that could help you out. I’m more of a mind to offer you the opportunity to fulfill your ‘Hot for Teacher’ fantasy. Mostly because I need the money and I’m not above admitting that to you. The fact that you’ve been an absolute charm all evening is just a bonus.”
It was my turn to rub my hands down my face and turn towards the window. “You know I wasn’t going to say anything, doing just that, but deep down I felt really shitty for even thinking about it. I had the biggest crush on you.” I stood staring out the window, hands on my hips.
“I can’t believe you never got laid in college. You’re genuinely sweet, and you’re pretty easy to look at, you know, without the acne and pocket protector.” She added with a chuckle.
I turned to her smiling. “You know I still have it, wear it to work every day. You’ve changed a little too.” I said, my eyes taking her in as she reclined on my bed. “No more maroon corduroys, turtleneck, and button down Oxford shirts.”
“Don’t forget the wool socks and clogs.” She said laughing.
“You were still hot, despite how nerdy that sounds now.”
She fell back with a groan. “Ugh, so much for the illusion of me being in my twenties.”
“You could easily pass as twenty-something. Most people think I look older than my age.”
There was a pause as we just looked into each others eyes. Both of us deciding what to do next.
“What’s the money for?”
“Medical bills. My dad’s cancer treatment has gone way above and beyond his shitty pension insurance. I didn’t realize what financial shape they were in. They had to sell their house and move into an apartment last year. My mother went back to work to help them stay afloat.”
“Listen, I know how weird this is for the both of us. The book and everything is yours. I fully understand, if you want to go.”
Her eyes held mine and bored into me exposing my need. She sat up and reached down flipped off her heels and tossed them aside before she stood. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck drawing me into her kiss. “What if I don’t want to go?”
“Then you’re going to make me very happy.” I smiled and kissed her again.
She leaned back slightly and I dropped my hands to let her back away but she put them back on her waist and reached up pulling the knot of my tie. Her little smirk was catching as I felt it spread across my own face. She unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt before she slipped my tie free and dropped it. Her hands went to the lapels of my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders. I had to let her go to take it off, I dropped it on the chair behind me and turned back, taking her in my arms again. Her hands rested on my shoulders as our lips met again. She giggled as she felt my hand moving up the zipper of her dress looking for the top.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“You don’t know the performance anxiety I’m going through right now.”
“Please don’t.” She placed her finger on my lips. “Besides, I’m your teacher, I’ll show you what to do, and I’ll correct you if you make a mistake.” Her smile beamed in the dim light of the room. I kissed her finger and she leaned in replacing her fingers with her lips. I fumbled through her long hair finding the zipper and began pulling it down. “Ow!” She tilted her head back and laughed.
“I’m sorry!” It’s just you have so much beautiful hair now, not like the short bob you had in college.” She nodded and turned around, dragging her hair over her shoulder exposing the zipper. I took the tab again and began slowly pulling it down. As it parted revealing her pale skin I leaned forward and kissed her neck. I felt her sharp intake of breath and realized I’d hit a button so I did it again before trailing kisses across her shoulder. The zipper hit bottom appropriately at the top of hers.
“May I?” I whispered. Her head turned and she gave the slightest nod. I reached up and pushed the straps off her shoulders. She slipped the straps off her arms and the fabric pooled around her ankles. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra and I put my hand on hers to stop her. I whispered in her. “I want to see you first… like I imagined you beneath all those turtlenecks and sweaters.”
She let out a soft laugh and turned in my arms. “Do I meet your expectations then?” I stepped back to size her up in black lace lingerie. “Was this the image in your mind all those years ago?” Her smile was impish and sweet, not mocking at all.
I smiled and nodded. “Right out of a lingerie catalog.”
Her smile faded and she reached up bunching her hair as she put one foot in front of the other. “Like this?” She said posing like they did in the glossy pages so many teenage boys obsessed over. Her figure was fantastic and worthy of a cover. My body reacted the same way now as it had back then when I felt a twitch in my slacks.
“What did you do next?” She let her hair go and it cascaded around her shoulders like brown-gold silk.
“Truth? I masturbated furiously.” I said laughing.
Her grin spread even wider. “What if you didn’t have to? What would you do next?” She stepped out of the dress and used her toe to kick it aside. I closed the distance again and took her cheeks in my hands and kissed her again. My eagerness barely contained. I jumped in surprise at the feel of her hand on the front of my slacks. She giggled again. “You’re overdressed.” She began on my shirt buttons, then tugged it free from my slacks and dropped it on the floor. She grabbed my belt and pulled me against her again tilting her head up and kissing my jaw, her hands began on the buckle, unhooked my slacks and pushed them off my hips. Her hands rubbed up the front of my boxers with a hum of approval and gave me a little squeeze. I reached around her shoulders and fumbled at the hook on her bra eventually getting it undone.
“Are you ready for the reveal?” She whispered into my ear.
“Oh yes.” I gasped as she kissed down my neck.
“You first. Off with the under shirt.” I tugged it over my head and tossed it aside. She ran her hands up my chest. “Nice.” She said, looking up at me and smiling. I reached for the shoulder straps of her bra and pushed it off. She let her arms drop and it slid off. She was just as gorgeous as I had imagined. Her chest rose as she took a deep breath and held it. “You know, a little reciprocation would be appreciated.” A wry grin crossed her face as she took my hands in hers and place them on her chest. She leaned into my hands and I stroked gently, her nipples hardened under my palms. I ran my hands down her sides.
“You are stunning.”
She leaned into me our chests touched as she took my lips again. The feeling her pressed to my chest was incredible, our bodies melted together. My hands found their way to the small of her back pulling our hips together. A soft moan escaped her lips as she ground her body against mine. I wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this before I exploded. I slid my hand lower over the satin of her bottom and gave it a firm squeeze.
“If you don’t fuck me, and soon, I’m going to lose my mind.” She purred into my ear. I don’t know if it was what she expected but I grabbed her by the hips and tossed her on the bed. She let out a yelp as she landed and I reached for her panties dragging them off. She was grinning now and watched me as I went to my suitcase and pulled out the box of condoms I’d brought. She scrambled off the bed and tossed the throw pillows aside, yanked the duvet and blanket off completely and tossed them on the floor before resuming her position in the center of the bed. I must have been staring too long because she parted her legs and ran her fingers down the cleft between. “Are you going to stand there all night? Or are you going to take those off and get in bed?” Her eyes roamed down my body stopping to stare straight at my crotch, she licked her upper lip and an impish grin lifted the corners of her mouth. “Let me see it.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Would she laugh, be impressed, I had so many emotions running through my mind as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled my boxers down and kicked them aside. A guttural moan of approval rose from her throat as she looked up at me. I saw the sheen of moisture on her fingertips as she beckoned me with a single curl. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my cock bob in urgent desire to jump her. I squeezed my hands and crushed the box of condoms I’d palmed.
“Shit.” I started to fumble, trying to open the box.
“Uh uh, not yet.” She patted the bed beside her. “Come here and lay down.” She scooted over a bit giving me room to lay down next to her. She rolled on her side and nuzzled her face beneath my chin, her hands roaming over my chest. She lifted my arm and put it around her shoulders and kissed my collar bone. “You’re so tense. Relax, you’re in bed with a naked girl, who if I must admit is pretty good looking.”
I chuckled. “That’s an understatement.”
“Well act like your enjoying it then.” She laughed and leaned up to place a kiss on my jaw. I tilted ever so slightly and took her lips with mine and she let out a soft moan of approval. Her hand slid across my chest and squeezed my bicep before taking my hand and placing it on her hip. Her hand slipped between us sliding down my stomach. “Exploration is encouraged.” She said in a breathy gasp between kisses. I went stiff when her hand slid over my rigid cock. “Relax. This is the only thing that should be stiff.” She let out another hum of approval as her hand enveloped my cock and gave it a light squeeze before stroking it gently. My hand had slipped around her hip and rubbed her ass, the roundness filling my hand and I gave it a another squeeze. The feeling of it making my heart race. How many times I had thought of being in this very position. I tried to pull her to me. Her hand slipped between us keeping us apart. She reached behind her hip taking my hand in hers, she brought it to her lips kissing the palm before setting it on her breast.
“It feels like I’m making your fantasies come true. All those daydreams you had as you stared glassy-eyed to the front and didn’t hear a word I said.” Her face split into a huge grin which changed quickly as her eyes screwed shut and she bit her lip as my thumb found her nipple and began rubbing it in gentle circles. I leaned forward taking it in my mouth and licked the tip before sucking gently on it. My hand roamed down her torso as her leg rose and she laid it over my own giving me room to explore. I was amazed at the heat and damp as my fingers slipped over her soft skin. I pressed upward rubbing her folds.
“You’re so wet.”
“You did that.” She kissed the top of my head as I let my fingers explore. “Keep going.” She urged. I slid my middle finger down further pressing between her lips and into her. She was melting, the strong scent of her arousal reached my nose. I leaned forward taking her nipple into my mouth again as I stroked my finger up and down. Her hips writhed under me, her hands running up through my hair as she pressed me to her breast. “You’re a quick study.” Her hand skimmed my wrist, pulling my hand away. “Not like this. I want you inside me.”
“Now?” I asked, my voice sounding hopeful even to me.
I looked up to see her grinning. “Let’s take the edge off first, shall we?” She pushed my shoulder until I lay flat on the bed. She rolled over me and began kissing her way down my chest. I knew what she was about to do and tried to think of anything to keep me from going off instantly. I felt my damp fingertips and brought them to my mouth as hers made their way past my stomach. Her fingers took me gently in hand as I tasted her for the first time. The musky, salty, sweetness was the best dessert I’d ever had and I very much wanted more. My mind went blank as I felt her lips kiss up the length of my cock. “What are you thinking about?” She asked and kissed down the underside of my cock and licked one of my balls taking it between her lips.
“I’m thinking about anything that will keep me from exploding right now.” I gasped.
I ran my hand up the soft skin of her back and neck and she moved to my other ball and sucked gently.
“Really? Because that’s exactly what I’m trying to bring about.” Her fingers began stroking me with a firm grip. “No girl wants a guy who pumps and dumps in a few strokes. So this first one has got to go now before this baby is buried deep inside of me.” She took the head of my cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip, her hand stroked faster. I gasped, and she must have felt me stiffen. She took me out of her mouth and kept stroking as I came. My orgasm hit me hard shooting upward and landing on my chest with a loud splat. She slowed her hand as she kissed the underside of my cock, draining it of every last bit. She let me go, but my cock was still straight up and hard as a rock. She sat up and swung a leg over mine straddling my thighs.
“How many times did you do that thinking about this?” She ran her hand slowly down her naked body. “The very thought of being here right now.”
“I went through a lot of socks as a teen.” I said laughing, taking gulps of air to slow my breathing. Her fingers circled the base of my cock in a very firm grip, her other hand stroked my balls.
“Well I think it’s time to make those dreams a reality. Don’t you?”
I nodded. “I think so.”
She looked down at my cock directing her comment to it. “Stay with me, don’t go away.” She slid off the bed and disappeared into the bath. I heard the water run and she came back with a washcloth and towel and cleaned up the mess on my chest, giving my cock a thorough cleaning too. She tossed the towels on the nightstand and reached for the condoms. She quickly tore open the box and pulled one free placing the corner of it between her teeth. She took my cock in hand and stroked it, though it hadn’t gone soft. She reached up and pulled the condom packet, tearing the side of it open before freeing it and unrolling it over my cock.
“I don’t know who’s going to enjoy this more, you or me.” The corner of her mouth lifted as she leaned forward and dropped the packet on the open box and turned to kiss me. I followed her hand and saw the little alarm clock on the nightstand. Our time was coming to an end and I sorely didn’t want it to end, ever.
“Would you mind awfully if I were to be on top for our first time?” Her fingers stroked my balls gently as she kissed my chin.
I only shook my head no as I looked up at her beautiful face, her cheeks flushed pink, her blue eyes dark and sultry. I took her cheeks in my hands and kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing. She shifted forward slightly and reached between us taking me in hand before she lifted her hips and placed me at her opening. She sat up and smiled and pointed down between us as she lowered herself onto my cock.
“Dear God that feels good.” She said as she settled grinding her hips down onto mine. The warmth embrace of her was heaven. I ran my hands up her thighs to her hips gripping her and lifting my hips. “So eager.” She let out a breathy laugh. She ground her hips down on me again as I ran one hand up to her breast.
“You’re so beautiful, and so soft. I never knew.”
She leaned forward drawing my kiss up to her. “You keep that up and we’ll be going through that entire box.”
“Promise?”
She laughed and began to rock her hips slowly, grinding down on my pubic bone with every stroke.
“I like the feel of your hands on my body.” I took the cue and ran my hands up to her breasts stroking them as she rocked back and forth more quickly. Her nipples slipped between my fingers as I massaged her breasts. Her mouth opened and a soft gasp escaped as her eyes screwed shut. I watched as she slipped her hand between us and began stroking herself and I slid my hand down her body.
“Let me.”
She took my hand turning it so my thumb was against her clit and nodded. “There!” I began drawing tight circles, and she leaned back holding onto my knees as I stroked her. She pumped harder and I felt my climax quickly approach. Her body glistened with perspiration in the dim light as she rode me hard. I pinched her nipple giving it a tug and she cried out, her body went rigid, her hips flexing against me pushing me over the edge. I lifted my hips and came for the second time that evening.
“Don’t stop!” Her hand pressed into mine and I kept massaging her clit in tight circles as she shuddered above me. She gasped, her hips ground down one last time before she fell forward. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, it sounded the same for Megan. She straightened her legs and reclined on my chest for a few moments longer before lifting herself off me and sliding onto the sheets beside me.
Her half lidded eyes crinkled at the corners and she smiled at me. “Good?”
My eyes went wide with surprise. “You were amazing! Was I?”
She chuckled and nodded. “You must have studied a lot for this day. Have you been hanging around the back of the video store?” I must have blushed because she laughed harder and rolled up onto her elbow and leaned down to kiss me again. “You learned well. Now go get rid of that and wash up again. I need cuddle time.”
I did as she commanded and looked at the clock as I lay down next to her again. She slid up against me and pulled my arm around her shoulders before laying her head on my chest.
“You know, this is nearly as good as the sex.” She ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. I couldn’t disagree with her, I was in heaven just laying beside her, her soft warmth pressed into my side, the weight of her head laying on my chest. This was what I dreamed of when I watched old romantic movies on late night cable fade to black. I felt the soft brush of her breath on my chest as she lay quiet.
“I know you said three hours on the phone,” I said softly, “but would you stay the night?”
Megan lifted her head to look at me, setting her chin on the back of her hand as the wry grin spread across her full lips.
“I was half joking about emptying the box, but now you’ve got me thinking about it.” She blushed and covered her smile.
“I’ll cover whatever the cost…” I started and she put her fingers over my mouth.
“Paul, we may not have seen each other for twelve years, but we’re not complete strangers.”
“Thirteen.” I corrected with a grin of my own. She groaned and covered her eyes again before she laughed.
“Are you sure you want to spend more time with this tired, broken down old lady?”
That caused me to start laughing. “You think one night is going to be enough for all the fantasies I had about you?”