He didn’t greet her, but Harry paused just long enough for Josie to be sure who was calling. “You’re wicked.” “Thank you.” Josie purred. �...�Wanna come over now?” “No.” And Josie hung up. She laughed at the receiver, did a little run around her apartment with all the nervous energy accumulating in her system and then she took herself off to a warm shower. She changed into tight jeans and a halter top, ate some muesli and made the decision. She rang Harry’s number. “Hullo, Harry’s phone” Josie. "Of course you are," she said. "I wouldn't have it any other way." My boxers are my pajamas," I admitted."In my village men don't wear underwear at all," she said. "It serves no purpose." How about keeping your clothes clean?" I argued."In my village men become proficient at wiping," she said."This conversation is going downhill fast," I said. I decided that was good. I mean she obviously wasn't trying to seduce me. Not if she was talking about skid marks in men's underwear."If you say so," she. Despite himself, Neilenjoyed the pampering. They walked through the streets smiling andchatting, but something was making Neil uneasy. He mentioned it toMaggie."Is it me, or do people keep looking at us?"Maggie giggled. "Why do you think that is?" What... You mean... Do men really stare that much?" Uh-huh." God." He moved a little closer to her."Don't be intimidated. You must have done the same thing, right?" Erm..." Neil didn't know what to say.Maggie giggled again. "You're too sweet for words. “More,” he says, into my aching cavity. But the flow slows, and he grows flaccid. Before I can peel myself from the damp sheets, he shunts his broad torso up so we are face-to-face and chest-to-chest. The thin, galvanized layer of his control is stripped away by the acid of his hunger.I’m given no time to assent or protest. Sudden, piercing pain lances through the fog. Fangs. Sharp as sawteeth, they descend into the meat where my neck curves to my shoulder. My throbbing carotids would have.