nodded. She had finished her steak and was sipping wine. “That’s true, Chris. He has always been able to do the things that had to be done.”
“I hope he runs to form,” Chris said. “There may be some tough things to do. And when we’re doing them is not the time to rethink your position on violence.”
“I know,” Newman said. “I’m committed. I won’t back off.”
Janet poured more wine. “My God,” she said, “isn’t it something. Sitting around eating steak, drinking wine, and talking about a killing.”
Her face was animated and full of color.
I love the way her lower lip is
, Newman thought.
And how she looks when she’s enthusiastic
.
It was nearly eleven when Chris Hood went home. They cleaned up the kitchen together. He locked the doors. And they went upstairs to bed.
“Would you care to have a small screw,” she said.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he said.
“I’ll be back soon,” she said, and went down the hall to the bathroom.
He loaded the double-barreled shotgun and put it by the bed. He took the .32 off, belt and all, and hung it over the bed post.
Looks like a paperback cover from the forties
, he thought.
My Gun Is Quick
. He liked the way it looked.
He undressed and got into bed. She came back from the bathroom, her makeup off, her face scrubbed. She locked the door behind her and went to pull the drapes closed across the windows.
“Who do you figure will peek,” he said. “Somebody up in the church steeple with a spyglass?”
She smiled and pulled the rest of the drapes. Then she turned toward him and stood at the foot of the bed and undressed. The last thing she took off was her underpants, rolling them slowly down across the thrust of her pubic bone and then wiggling them down her thighs until she could step out of them.
The red scratches on her belly were clear. AK. He felt the cortex of desire in his stomach.
She stood still for a moment at the foot of the bed while he looked at her, then she turned off the light and crawled from the foot of the bed up beside him. He shifted over on his right side. She lay on her left facing him. She pulled the covers over them. He put his right hand against the delta where her thighs met. He put his left arm around her and pressed her against him. She kissed him with her mouth open. Heput his tongue out, and hers met it at the edge of her teeth and kept his from penetrating. He groaned slightly and pushed his right hand against her. She pressed her thighs together slightly. With her right hand she pushed his hip away slightly and put her hand on his penis. He grunted. She began to move her hand. He groaned. She moved her hand faster. He relaxed the pressure on her vulva, though his hand remained. Her thighs relaxed a little. Her hand moved steadily. He rolled over onto his back, the covers kicked off, moaning steadily, arching his back toward her moving hand, his hand fell away from her body. Her eyes were closed, her face detached and calm. He twisted toward her. She moved her hand faster and he fell back. She rose to a half-sitting position and bent over him. Her back was to his face and arms as she bent over his penis. Lying flat and twisting with sensation he reached toward her but could touch only her back and right hip.
She sat up and lay back. She put her legs apart. He got onto his knees between her legs and she guided him into her. He lay on top of her, one hand holding her buttocks, the other beneath her back, his hand pressing between her shoulder blades. He tried to kiss her. She turned her head away. Her knees were half bent, her eyes closed, she lay quite still as he pumped above her. He put his left hand on her breast, and after a moment she pushed it away. She shifted slightly as his pelvis ground uncomfortably against her. The new position was more comfortable. She grunted once, softly, and put both hands on his rhythmic buttocks.
He ejaculated.
The decrescendo was brief and after a moment ashe lay quietly on
“I hope he runs to form,” Chris said. “There may be some tough things to do. And when we’re doing them is not the time to rethink your position on violence.”
“I know,” Newman said. “I’m committed. I won’t back off.”
Janet poured more wine. “My God,” she said, “isn’t it something. Sitting around eating steak, drinking wine, and talking about a killing.”
Her face was animated and full of color.
I love the way her lower lip is
, Newman thought.
And how she looks when she’s enthusiastic
.
It was nearly eleven when Chris Hood went home. They cleaned up the kitchen together. He locked the doors. And they went upstairs to bed.
“Would you care to have a small screw,” she said.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he said.
“I’ll be back soon,” she said, and went down the hall to the bathroom.
He loaded the double-barreled shotgun and put it by the bed. He took the .32 off, belt and all, and hung it over the bed post.
Looks like a paperback cover from the forties
, he thought.
My Gun Is Quick
. He liked the way it looked.
He undressed and got into bed. She came back from the bathroom, her makeup off, her face scrubbed. She locked the door behind her and went to pull the drapes closed across the windows.
“Who do you figure will peek,” he said. “Somebody up in the church steeple with a spyglass?”
She smiled and pulled the rest of the drapes. Then she turned toward him and stood at the foot of the bed and undressed. The last thing she took off was her underpants, rolling them slowly down across the thrust of her pubic bone and then wiggling them down her thighs until she could step out of them.
The red scratches on her belly were clear. AK. He felt the cortex of desire in his stomach.
She stood still for a moment at the foot of the bed while he looked at her, then she turned off the light and crawled from the foot of the bed up beside him. He shifted over on his right side. She lay on her left facing him. She pulled the covers over them. He put his right hand against the delta where her thighs met. He put his left arm around her and pressed her against him. She kissed him with her mouth open. Heput his tongue out, and hers met it at the edge of her teeth and kept his from penetrating. He groaned slightly and pushed his right hand against her. She pressed her thighs together slightly. With her right hand she pushed his hip away slightly and put her hand on his penis. He grunted. She began to move her hand. He groaned. She moved her hand faster. He relaxed the pressure on her vulva, though his hand remained. Her thighs relaxed a little. Her hand moved steadily. He rolled over onto his back, the covers kicked off, moaning steadily, arching his back toward her moving hand, his hand fell away from her body. Her eyes were closed, her face detached and calm. He twisted toward her. She moved her hand faster and he fell back. She rose to a half-sitting position and bent over him. Her back was to his face and arms as she bent over his penis. Lying flat and twisting with sensation he reached toward her but could touch only her back and right hip.
She sat up and lay back. She put her legs apart. He got onto his knees between her legs and she guided him into her. He lay on top of her, one hand holding her buttocks, the other beneath her back, his hand pressing between her shoulder blades. He tried to kiss her. She turned her head away. Her knees were half bent, her eyes closed, she lay quite still as he pumped above her. He put his left hand on her breast, and after a moment she pushed it away. She shifted slightly as his pelvis ground uncomfortably against her. The new position was more comfortable. She grunted once, softly, and put both hands on his rhythmic buttocks.
He ejaculated.
The decrescendo was brief and after a moment ashe lay quietly on
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