Just couldn’t. I wanted it so desperately!I felt almost naked. Not only from the skimpy dress I was wearing, the perfume that was flooding my senses... but the loss of Alan’s hand on my thigh. I squeezed my knees together, trying to forestall the orgasm that was so close to overtaking meAlan and Robert were talking. They seemed to like each other, Robert asking him, “Dani told me you never married?”He put his hand over mine, his same hand that had just been tickling my panties, pulled my hand up. He looked at Kaylee in disbelief. Had they not actually UNDERSTOOD anything they had read? Or, maybe, it was just that what they had read severely under-emphasized the seriousness of all this. They thought it was a game. His murder was just a game.Well."So." He tossed the book onto the 'altar' beside him. "You all want to be impregnated by a demon." Yes," Kaylee said. The others, his sister included, nodded. He thought about asking why, but what would be the point? He reached into his mind,. Normally, Khadija enjoyed his interventions. She loved her husband to distraction, but it was clear that heterosexual love was at best a second choice for Azalea. Ahmed had once been a porn star in the films they made in Rabat, but he had chosen to leave all that fame and fortune behind him and come to Khourigba to teach Sexual Literature. His particular passion was for poetry and Khadija enjoyed their nights together, one on one, when he would recite poems that had particular appeal to him.. Any one else might have missed the tiny little intake of breath from Garret that signified she had hit her mark. Hoping to catch her off balance, Garret made a quick turn with her in his arms, until her knees were backed up against the couch. It worked. Without even realizing it they were tumbling down to the soft cushions of the well-worn couch and never even broke the kiss. Once they were lying down, Garret pushed himself up on one arm and looked down at Sierra. He had a revelation he wasn’t.