It usually was. It excited her. That high level of lust where every niceness evaporated and all the names came out. My dirty girl. My dirty little slu.... My filthy angel. There was something so painfully, sordidly sweet about the things he called her. She craved his lust more than anything; loved when he got so carried away. She wanted to be those things to him. To be everything. Everything he could ever want. She thought about opening her legs but the dress she was wearing was restrictive and. " What makes you think I'd want to kiss you?" she asked, making a face at me."Yeah right!" Suzy laughed. "Like you guys weren't thinking about each other all night?" Fight or fuck," Eva said. "But do something. Jeeze! It's almost ... Oh. It's only six-thirty. never mind." I'm going back to the camp," Denise decided, looking pointedly at me. "This is boring."She plainly meant that I was boring, which bothered me more than it should have. As if it was my job to entertain the spoiled brat? I. Calling, texting, emailing a couple times a week, never delving into the past or awkwardly inquiring about the other’s current love life. Now that they were working within 10 miles of each other, texting had transformed into lunches and going out to bars with groups of mutual friends. Paul wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted out of this: just a one-time hookup, something casual, or even a serious relationship. All he knew was that enjoyed spending time with her, and she still looked great. He. David had granted these little luxuries freely when she lived with him, and as many other treats as his executive mid six-figured salary would allow, but it was still never quite enough for her. Not by half. He’d destroyed a perfectly good twelve year marriage to be with her, but he never realized that she had been playing him all along as a fool and a sucker. Leonna barely ever lived in the now, her eyes always on the lookout for a better opportunity tomorrow. Like a butterfly, she flew from.