" Really? Why not?" You ask a lot of questions," Dave told her.Megan shrugged. "I'm like that." I guess I've never met anybody that I felt comfortable...enough with. I sat back and watched my sister's marriage turn to shit and I just don't want the same thing happening to me."Megan considered this as the waiter reappeared with their drinks atop a silver tray."A Single Malt, Monsieur and for Mademoiselle, a 'Coca-cola'" he intoned, the emphasis on the final four syllables unmistakable. He placed. A zealous thrill combined with chilling dread in my stomach to produce a decadent rush of awareness in my flesh. "No," was his simple reply, and he moved his body half atop me while pushing me back into the mattress. I had never heard that voice before. It was my brother, and yet not. This was the voice of a moth about to burn willingly in the hottest and most intoxicating part of the flame. I realized for the first time that this wasn't about bluffing or cat-and-mouse antics. He had. ”“That they do,” Denise replied.“You know what the worst part is,” I asked.“Not getting laid on a regular basis,” Denise replied with a laugh and a smile.“You know me too well...”We both laughed and started working on closing up. I went to the front of the store and locked the doors and then grabbed the vacuum. Denise started counting down the cash drawer and preparing the night deposit. I finished vacuuming and went to make sure the backdoor was locked and bolted. By the time I got back to the. Her warmth, her taste and her touch would arouse me forever. We both began breathing a little harder as our ardor for each other grew. Breaking the kiss I said, “With you at my side, I think I would be just as hard reading Moby Dick, no pun intended.” “Do you always get like this when you read? It happened last week when you read to the group too.” “Well, when I write or read erotica, I almost always get aroused to one extent or another, but with your body next to mine, flesh to flesh, how.