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scheming. Lying, that’s the bottom line. Lying all the time. To Anne. To his colleagues. To himself? That’s where it gets tricky. Then when he imagines he’s getting a clear fix on things, he thinks of Kathy’s eager sexuality, of some extravagant little detail of her enthusiasm for him, of how pretty she is, how vital and alive. And he can’t think. He can only want. And count the seconds until the next time he can look into those lovely eyes and touch her.
    Coming out of the elevator, he can feel his heart, sensethe pulse of his blood. It’s madness, he thinks. . . . What if Anne finds out? . . . Have to stop. Pull back. . . .
    Instead he almost runs down the hall. Knocks three times and goes in the unlocked room. The light subdued. He has to strain to see. Bed, chairs . . .
    â€œHello?”
    The room’s L-shaped, with a little area to the right. He turns that way. Sees a wide cabinet. Kathy sitting on top, in the middle, naked, hips forward, her knees up and far apart.
    â€œHi, lover.”
    He feels faint from a rush of emotions. His first thought is to drop on his knees before her, in veneration, in hunger for her sweet body.
    He lurches closer, puts a hand on her knee. Smiles down at her. Marveling at the shapeliness of her breasts. She reaches out to touch his balls. He almost leaves the floor, they’re so on edge.
    â€œDo what you want,” she says. “Please. That’s all I ask.”
    He kisses her hard. His fingers curl up inside her. So hot, so wet.
    She’s got his pants open, holding his prick. She falls slowly sideways, stretching out on the cabinet, pulling him along. He stares fascinated as she steers his prick toward her mouth.
    He wants to do everything at once. Come. Kiss her. Tell her one compliment after another. Run screaming from the room. She’s licking him. “Kathy . . . Kathy . . . wait a minute.” I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you. He can’t speak the words. But they’re true.
    She ignores his gibberings, his confusion, does what she wants with him.
    He pushes away from her. Staring down, his face contorted. She smiles. Yes, lover?
    â€œLet’s start over,” he says. “Sit just the way you were. . . . I have to see it again.”
    She pushes herself up, squares her knees, spreads herthighs outward. Showing him the black hair, the intricate flesh. He undresses blindly, then drops to his knees. His hands touch the floor. He moves closer, closer. Smells her. Takes deep breaths of her. He licks her for a long time, slow and dreamy, then more roughly. She rubs his hair, whispers to him, “My man.”
    Finally he stands, pulling her up with him, settling her down on his prick. He turns toward the bed, topples over. Puts everything out of his mind, screws her as hard and fast as he can. Holding her ass, pounding away. Do what I want, she says . . . by God, this is what I want.
    â€œDon’t come,” she says.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œJust stand up, you know, on your knees.” She pushes him. “Come in the air, I want to see it.”
    He straightens over her. Staring at her perfect body. Jerking himself off in a startling high arc, the come splattering on her breasts and stomach.
    She dabs at it, smiling up at him. “Whoa, sweet baby. They felt that down on the street.”
    An hour later, they’re dressing. Kathy walking around naked as long as possible, Robert notices. Or in her elegant underwear.
    â€œOhh!” she says. “I feel great. How about you?”
    â€œCan’t walk,” he says. “Other than that, great.”
    â€œHey, Robie,” she says, standing close in front of him, “good sex is important. I happen to believe that. But I want you to know something. This is not all fun and games for me. You know that, don’t you?”
    â€œYes . . . I