He found out by accident. He saw a birthday card on the shelf beside her desk.“Is it your birthday?” he asked.“Day before yesterday,” she said...“Really? Well, happy birthday! I wish I’d known. So, twenty-five again, huh?”“She laughed. “Yeah, I wish.”They ended up guessing their ages. Lonnie said he thought Claire was twenty-eight, she told him she was thirty-one. She guessed he was twenty-four, he said ‘No, I’ll be twenty-six in two months’.“I’ll try to remember that.”“Well, it looks like we’re. .do you want...me?Shed lifts herself off of me. Her hand grabs an arm and pulls me onto my side. Her other hand grabs my chin and squeezes hard. I hear an unusual moan from her. Suddenly her lips are on mine.She isn't gentle. Her kiss is greedy. It's savage. Full of need and desire, loneliness that I had never known from her before. I sigh into her kiss her mouth. A choked and needy sounds comes from her and her kiss becomes even more violent. I just give up to it.I let her take everything in. The whipping to be carried out tomorrow morning in the market square.???No! No, I can’t take that many, it will kill me,? I cried out but a guard led me out and threatened me with his whip if I wasn’t quiet.?Back in the cells, N’gongo told me she’d get twenty-five with the junior flat whip and would have to spend a month with the stallholder unless someone bought her. I told her my sentence and asked what they meant by ‘intensely’ as it seemed a strange word in that context. She looked very. I was hoping you'd do that thing you did in my garage before, when I was kissing all over your neck?" Why don't we start with that? You kissing me on my neck. I liked that a lot before. I like it when you rub my behind too." We touched and kissed and talked. I enjoyed running my hands up and down her back, cupping both her butt cheeks in my hands, while she pressed herself against me in the front. I could tell she was enjoying everything we were doing, but not as much as she had before, on.