Think of the important authors who’ve been passed over...”“And the trivial ones who’ve been lauded: name one in the past decade you’ve read!...I’ve read only two ... Doris Lessing and Vargas Llosa.”“And I can’t recall the names of the recent ones, except for Bob Dylan last year. And that was silly.”“And they managed to overlook Tolstoy, Ibsen, Strindberg, Zola, Proust, Brecht, Hardy, Henry James, Mark Twain, Joseph Conrad, James Joyce, Virginia Woolf and W.H. Auden.”“And Chekhov and Robert Frost. It was time for me to be the same way.Adjusting the spray and the faucet handles, I got the water nice and warm, returned the sprayer to the holder, and stepped into the tub to rinse. It felt good and within a few seconds I was back to smelling normal myself.It is hard to turn around in a tub when your sister is lying in it, but I managed.The last thing I needed to do was to wash both of our hair. I lowered the plug and let the tub fill with water, and carefully stepped behind Sally. Being very. “Stay there, dear. If this is who I think it is, I have to take this.”Chloe strode over to her purse on the nearby end table and pulled out her cellphone. As she took the call, Hannah used the short break to pull herself together and gather her wits.Hannah was kneeling in the center of their apartment’s living room. She was completely naked, utterly bare to the world, and her neatly folded clothes sat on the floor nearby. Her pink panties were placed atop her jeans and t-shirt, probably on. “Oohhh…" Her thighs clenched and she held on tight. The tip of his tongue traced the length of her throat. Desire surged and her hips lifted. She let out a loud sigh and collapsed, trembling, against his supporting arm. “Ahhh, Jade.” His thrusts eased to a slow grind and he pressed his mouth to hers. His lips moved softly, his tongue caressing hers. Knowing he was close had excitement building inside her all over again. His stomach muscles tightened and with a quiet groan he shuddered and came.