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happen in real life. Right at this
moment, there was nothing silly about it. It was exactly what she
wanted.
    Derek massaged her breasts through her bra, a
nice dainty, light blue number made of delicate lace—a bra that she
had almost not worn. Now she was glad she had, instead of the
conservative beige one she’d almost chosen. As he was busy with
that, she reached for his belt and began to undo his trousers.
     
    ***
     
    This was perfect. He hadn’t counted on her
being so very attractive…or so willing. She had a beautiful body
and as of yet, she had no problem with using it to her advantage.
He thought it might take a while to get her to see things his way.
Jerry certainly didn’t expect it to go so quickly. Not the kind of
man to complain after finding himself in bed with a willing and
able participant, he decided to do his best to keep her there.
    Which proved not to be a terribly difficult
thing to do.
    She smelled wonderful. She tasted even
better. Her body was firm. Soft like spun cotton. Warm like the
noon sun, without being too hot or oppressive. It was possible to
forget the pleasures another, especially someone like this, could
bring you. But for everything that Jerry had forgotten, he was of a
mind to learn them all over again this day. Those things and
more.
    When he entered her, it was like wrapping
himself in liquid silk. Her fingernails sliced fiery trails down
his back, the pain making the pleasure all that much more sublime.
He lasted a very long time, much longer than she. And when he was
spent, he started again.
    Afternoon sun bled around the draped window,
deepening from yellow to gold to fiery red and then to black. Hours
passed like minutes as Jerusalem Garrett and Carrie Vaughn explored
each other’s body as if they were strange new continents that
harbored resplendent treasures…which they found, to each others
utter delight, was actually the case.
    It was barely past eight when, weakened and
fatigued to the point of physical and mental exhaustion, both
collapsed onto the mussed and sweat-stained sheets, and after a
time, slept.
    Jerry did not sleep long.
    He awoke slowly, rising from the bed. Jerry
reached down and unclipped his cell phone from his belt. He tiptoed
into the bathroom and quickly dialed a number. Satisfied Carrie
slept undisturbed, he eased the door closed.
    He spoke for a few minutes, listened as the
other party replied and ended the call.
    Back out in the larger room, he walked to the
window and nudged the drapes open just a little. Light from the
sodium vapors outside leaked in giving enough light so that Jerry
could see Carrie’s body well enough.
    And what a body it was. He explored every
rise, every crevice, and every sloping angle of her smooth form
like Columbus in search of the New World. And what wonders he
discovered.
    Playtime was over, at least for now. The time
had now come for work. Bending once more to retrieve his trousers
lying upon the floor, he replaced his cell phone, after ensuring it
was turned off. Then, with practiced ease, he withdrew two loops of
twine. String was a remarkable thing. Light, silent and very
strong, especially if it was wound correctly and fashioned into a
good knot.
    Carrie lay on her stomach facing the other
wall. Her dark hair splayed out beside and behind her, like crude
oil on the white linen sheets. With a swift move of his hand, the
sheet covering her rump was whisked away, revealing her to both the
yellowed light from outside and his wide eyes. How could anyone not
believe in God after seeing an ass like that?
    Lightly, he trailed the pads of his fingers
over her cheeks and on to her back, stopping at her neck.
    That would be all the tenderness she would
feel for quite a while. Of that, Jerry was sure.
    Jerusalem Garrett had learned much since his
days in Benedict. While much of it was useless trivia and
lackluster skills anyone of sufficient age would gain, he had
mastered techniques of plying the human body into submission