A Crying Shame (95 page)

Not really.” He spoke from behind her.
I just like to see your ass move, that's all.”

She chuckled.
I might have known; you'll never change. Always hustling.” She looked over her shoulder, her gaze curious. Her woman's eyes appraised him.
But then . . . I don't know. I think I'll retract that statement. There is . . . something different about you, Jon.”

He shrugged her remark away.
You should have been here last evening. We could have had an orgy.”

Oh?”

Yes. Conditions were rife, I believe. But I passed it by. They're so tiresome.”

She laughed.
Ah, Jon . . . you're such a bad boy. I can't tell you how disappointed I am that I missed such an opportunity.”

He smiled at her pretended lack of enthusiasm. Debra, Debbie to her friends, under her cloak of English coolness, was one of the most sexually insatiable women Jon had ever known.

You might have enjoyed it,” Jon said.
I related my snake story to a young lady.”

How positively medieval!” She smiled back at him, then paused, waiting for him. They walked on, side by side.
Knowing you, the snake gets longer and thicker with each telling. Did you really witness that . . . event, darling?”

Twice. It isn't pleasant.”