I pulled him down, my mouth meeting his moments later, and it was fire. His lips made my skin burn, like it was a scarlet fever, red and hot, making m... blood pump in my veins, making me delirious. I clutched at him, my fingers closing around his shirt as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.“My turn to retaliate,” Wes said, undressing me quickly. I helped him take off his shirt as he undid his belt. We met on the sheets, our naked bodies touching skin to skin, and the temperature in. She grinned."Know how I like to have your sausage?"He raised an eyebrow."Plump. Juicy. Hot." She started towards him.He shrank back, but he wasn't quick enough. The spatula swung round and shimmied itself under his sausage, pinching heat against flesh as he cried out."For fuck's sake, woman! You're burning it!" No, I'm not. It's no worse than hot wax, you wuss. It's only been over the pan, not in it."She reached behind her and turned off the hob. Pulling her cotton dress over her head, she was. There was only black.At first, I was too petrified to move. What had just happened had beenone of the most wonderful, terrifying experiences of my life. There wasonly me and my thoughts at this time. Then, as bravely as a childchecking under their bed for a monster, I peeked open one eye. I wasstill in the garage, that was for sure. The other eye slowly crackedopen. I was still holding onto half of the talisman. Those were theonly two things that I was certain of. Looking at my hand, I. Hmmmh. Is that all? I can probably handle that, although you owe me some ass if you are letting the neighbor kids get in it.Is that all?Welll...Who else? Was it that pimply faced little snot across the street that did such a lousy job mowing the back lawn because he couldn’t keep his eyes off you while you were sunning on the patio?Oh, no. I would never let him touch me. I was just playing.Then who?John.Madge’s husband, John?Unhuh.Front or back? Oh! Front! My goodness, he would tear me open if.