”With that, Villanelle brings her fist down on the table, hard enough that both the teacups rattle on their saucers. She pushes her teacup to the si...e and leans over the table so that her whole upper body is pressed firmly against the polished mahogany. “But Eve, I love you,” she whines as if she were a petulant child who had just had their iPad taken away.Despite herself, Eve stares inconspicuously at Villanelle’s lips which are still shiny and slick with the honey. She imagines what it would. He's a little unnerved feeling arousal building deep within his groin. Looking into her face he notes how even-though Grace is getting older, her forty-five years showing just so ever slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. This attractive women still has similarities to her daughter. The same chestnut brown hair; hers done up in a modern pageboy cut while Alyssa keeps hers cut just above her shoulders. And they both share the very same alluring green eyes. The only difference between. Jason saw the coach approach and he strained to read the number. “This is ours I think,” he said. The bus stopped and they boarded it.Aja took her cell from her bag. “Do you know the number?” Jason asked.“Dominos? I got them on speed dial.” She placed the order.They stepped off the bus at the corner near her condominium and walked up the hill. She unlocked the door and headed to her refrigerator. “I have some red wine,” she said. “Would you like some?”“Sure. Wine at Roma’s was out of our price. I pull back and thrust, pushing just a little further,oh, so warm, further, so tight, oh, further, oh, is itreal, oh, is it us, oh, Laura I love you, oh, Laura Ineed you, oh, Laura.Laura.Laura.And we kiss and we make love and her flesh so warm,mouth so willing, breasts so firm, back so strong, legsreaching around to grip me, Laura, her hair in my eyes,oh, my hands holding her ass, she strokes my spine intime, oh, she smells like new rain, Laura, her eyesgreen, flashing like lightning, oh.