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beginning to form on her lips.  She wanted him to be louder.  But still only little moans and heavy breathing came from the man.  “Hannah,” he said.
    Hannah felt Dane’s hand move up her shirt.  He’d pulled it from her skirt and was now trying to get her bra off.  She suckled on his neck and rolled her eyes.  If this was how quickly Dane moved it was no wonder his affairs didn’t last long.  Before his hand could reach the clasp of her bra she shoved his hands away and wiggled her index finger at him.
    “Ah, ah,” Hannah breathed.  She gave him another kiss, letting his tongue meet hers.  When she pulled away she added, “I want to hear you first.”
    Hannah had always chosen cleanliness over everything else.  She abhorred the idea of getting dirt and dust on her clothes, but at that moment something else was more important.  She fell to her knees, already planning on tossing her stockings away in the nearby dumpster.  The gravel dug into her skin, and there would be bruises tomorrow morning.  Hannah’s hands worked quickly to undo Dane’s pants and reveal his sex.
    It was smaller than Hannah expected, but bigger than others she’d seen.  Dane was staring down at her as if showing off something amazing, something she’d never seen before.
    “You like what you see?” he questioned, quirking one eyebrow.
    She smiled up at him, thinking that even Mr. Cavan wouldn’t be able to tell that she was faking.  “Absolutely.”
    Hannah flicked her tongue out and licked Dane’s tip.  She swirled her tongue around him as one hand began to move up and down his shaft, before she finally pushed her head further down.  He filled her mouth and began to groan louder, but still not quite as loudly as she wanted.  After a few minutes of quiet, breathy groans from Dane she pulled back and looked up at him.
    “You want me to be louder?” he questioned.  She nodded.  “Well I’d like you to be loud, too.  It’s only fair.”
    Hannah considered it, just as she had before.  And the thought appealed to her, but not because of Dane.  He’d never been of interest to her, she realized in that moment.  Something else was what made her want to do anything at all with the man.  Hannah pulled back suddenly and grabbed her coat, standing quickly.
    Dane gaped.  “What?  Too much?”
    Wiping at her mouth, Hannah couldn’t give him an answer.  Her tongue felt dry as she stared at the ground, eyes bulging in her recent revelation.  Forgetting all about Dane, and Mariana’s betrayal, Hannah walked out of the alley.  Nobody was waiting there, listening in on the not so private moment.
    “Hey!” Dane called.  She heard him stumbling behind her, struggling to get his pants back on over himself.  “What the hell?  Hannah!”
    She didn’t look back.  In the reflection of a nearby car she saw that he had stopped at the mouth of the alley.  His mouth was moving as if he was yelling at her but she didn’t hear any words.  All she could hear was the blood rushing in her ears.
    It was never Dane that had turned her on; after all, he’d never been of interest until recently.  A nervous bubble of laughter escaped her throat.
    It had been the thought of getting back at Mariana.  It had been the thought of being the one and only woman for Dane.  It had been the image of herself as the notorious outcast of Garnet’s Lake.  It was never actually Dane himself.  It could have been anyone in his place and she would have felt the same heat pooling between her legs moments earlier.
    It had been the alley that turned her on.  Hannah quickened her pace and checked her watch; three minutes behind.
     
    By the time Hannah arrived at her apartment her legs were wobbly and the heat had completely vanished.  She felt chilled now, as if her entire body were covered in frost.  It was hard to move, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was unbelievably unsatisfied.  She still desired something, but since it