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tongue and her lips.
    “Oh baby, please, can we go some more?”
    Like, more sex? Hell, yes!
    He cupped her behind, smoothing over her satin skin, digging his fingers into her soft, all-female padding. She had crossed her arms behind his head, pulling his face into hers, running fingertips through the hair at his temples, and easing the scar on his chest with the warm movement of her wonderful breasts.
    He sat on the edge of her bed, looking up at her. Her warm brown eyes consumed him. She adjusted him, running her index finger and thumb in a ring up and down his wet shaft.
    “I want you inside me again,” she whispered.
    “Yes.” It was all he could think to say, as she continued to stimulate him, making him even harder than before.
    “Why was I so stupid, Fredo?” She found that hollow between his shoulder and the base of his neck and kissed him there. Her left hand massaged down his chest until she found the crescent scar. She ran her fingers up his buttons, and then slowly, carefully undid each one, and eased his shirt off, letting her eyes memorize what her fingers had felt. Then she leaned down, kissing him there, running her tongue over the place where he’d been given the life-saving cut that would forever mark him.
    He was overcome with her delicate treatment of his wound.
    “Love me, Fredo,” she whispered as she snuggled onto his lap and guided him to her opening.
    She closed her eyes and he watched her savor the feel of him sliding into her. Her mouth in that perfect “O”. He’d never thought he could make her feel this way, and he wasn’t an anonymous lover catching her from behind, perhaps enabling her to dream of someone else while he came inside her. She was seeing him, all of him. Feeling him inside her, because he was the one she wanted.

Chapter 8
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    T he road to Marrakesh was a long one, through red earth and clusters of light, olive green patches in between the rocky soil and vast expanses of nothing. Mark saw how hard the farmers worked on their little plots of land, sometimes communally, and didn’t wonder for a second why some opted for the city, even choosing a life of begging over the impossible odds of farming with oxen and cart in such a desolate land.
    He’d taken on Sanouk as his personal responsibility, something Kyle and the others were too busy to do. All of them were on the same bus.
    Mark could see remnants of the Berber culture that felt somewhat similar to the lands and peoples of Afghanistan, especially the minarets and the call to prayers. Part of the tension he felt during deployment crept back. But he was sitting on a groaning bus, along with his buds, men who’d seen battle the same as he had, but they also had Christy, Gina, Mia and Jasmine, Libby and Devon, too. And that was maybe what helped the tension mess with his mind this morning.
    He wondered what it would take before he could just visit these places and not have to feel afraid for his life, or for the lives of those around him. He wondered if he could ever have a serious interest in the Middle East without feeling resentment for the loss of those he held in his arms while they died. What the world would feel like if people didn’t want to kill each other.
    He almost never allowed himself such thoughts. It was his job to just do and not question. Unlike the Crusaders, he was on a mission to stop the killing, the overrunning of an innocent population by thugs and gangsters who used their religion to control them. He wasn’t going to convert them, just make them stop killing everyone who disagreed, or die trying.
    The Berber driver was speaking in that rapid-fire English with a healthy dose of syrupy sweetness that always raised the hackles on the back of his neck.
    “You understand him much?” Sanouk asked.
    “About every other word,” Mark answered as he watched the bus pass a small cart pulled by a skinny donkey, and piled high with something wrapped in black and blue tarps. The man sat sideways on