“
Y
o
u
d
i
d
n
’
t
ru
n.”
“
N
o
p
e
.
N
o
t
o
ne st
e
p.
I
t
was
the
l
e
ast
f
r
ight
e
ning
thing
I’
ve
e
v
e
r
s
ee
n.”
She
p
u
t
h
e
r hand
o
n
h
im,
st
r
o
ki
n
g
him,
wanting
h
im
a
b
o
u
t
a
t
h
o
u
sand
tim
e
s
m
o
r
e
than
she
had five
m
in
u
t
e
s
be
f
o
re
.
Which was say
i
ng
s
o
m
e
thing
as sh
e’
d
want
e
d
him with
e
v
er
ything in h
e
r
th
e
n. “Will
y
o
u
take
me
n
o
w?
N
o
w?
H
ave
I
pass
ed
?”
He
o
p
e
n
e
d
the
bed
si
d
e
dr
aw
e
r
and with
dre
w
a
pack
e
t.
T
he silv
e
r
g
lint
e
d
in
the splash
o
f
white
m
o
o
nlight
and
wh
e
n
he
re
m
o
v
e
d
the
c
o
n
d
o
m
s
he
h
e
ld
ou
t
h
e
r
hand palm
u
p.
“
O
h,
y
o
u
w
a
nt
to
d
o
it?”
He
smil
e
d
at
h
e
r
and
e
v
er
ything
in
h
e
r
f
e
lt
wa
r
m.
A
ll
o
f h
e
r
b
o
d
y want
e
d
to
t
ru
st
h
im. So
s
he
d
i
d
.
“
I’
d
like
t
o
,”
L
iv
s
a
i
d
,
t
r
ying
s
o
ha
r
d
t
o
s
o
u
nd
s
ur
e
o
f
h
er
s
e
lf.
She
s
w
o
r
e
s
he
c
o
u
ld still
f
ee
l
his c
o
a
r
se
f
u
r
u
n
de
r
h
e
r
fing
er
s,
in
be
t
w
ee
n
h
e
r
t
o
e
s.
She
f
e
lt
s
afe
with
G
a
rre
tt.
L
ike
s
o
me
o
f
his
p
o
w
e
r
might
ru
b
o
ff
o
n
h
er
.
“
I
f
y
o
u’r
e
o
kay
with
it,
that
is.”
She
m
e
t his
gaze
f
o
r
o
ne
bre
ath
and th
e
n
dr
o
pp
e
d
h
e
r
e
y
e
s
to
sta
r
e
at
h
e
r
thi
g
hs.
T
h
e
y
f
e
lt
ting
l
y and
d
isc
o
nn
e
ct
ed
.
L
ike th
e
y
d
i
d
n
’
t
e
v
e
n
be
l
o
ng
to
h
e
r at
a
ll.
T
he silv
er
-
w
h
ite
m
o
o
nl
i
ght th
re
w
a c
re
s
c
e
nt
patt
er
n
o
n the
fl
o
o
r
.
She
f
e
lt
the
c
o
n
d
o
m
h
it h
e
r
palm and
L
iv l
o
o
k
e
d
u
p.
“
N
o
f
u
n
n
y
bu
sin
e
ss
t
h
o
u
gh,”
he
s
ai
d
,
l
e
aning in
s
o th
e
y
w
er
e
fac
e
-
t
o
-fac
e
.
“I
w
o
n
’
t
b
e
happy
if
I c
o
me
be
f
o
r
e
it
’
s
all
said and
d
o
n
e
.
A
h
a
nd
j
o
b
i
s
n
’
t
what
I’
m
aft
er
.”
He kiss
e
d
h
e
r
so
li
g
htly
it f
e
lt
alm
o
st as
if n
o
t
hing
m
o
r
e
than
a
ir
had
t
o
u
ch
e
d
h
e
r
s
kin.
L
iv la
u
gh
ed
,
she
c
o
u
l
d
n
’
t
h
e
lp it.
“
T
hat
w
o
u
ld n
e
v
e
r
happ
e
n.”
She
r
o
ll
e
d the c
o
n
d
o
m
o
n,
l
o
vi
n
g
the
h
o
t
ha
r
d f
ee
l
o
f him in h
e
r
han
d
.
G
a
rre
t
t
’
s
v
o
ice
was
bu
st
e
d
g
lass
and
b
a
rb
e
d
wi
re
.
Be
y
o
nd
g
ru
ff
with
what
she h
o
p
e
d
was
ur
g
e
ncy.
“
A
ppa
re
ntly,
y
o
u have no
i
de
a
h
o
w
b
a
d
ly
I’
m
ha
n
ging
o
nto
my c
o
nt
r
o
l
r
ight
n
o
w.”
L
iv
t
o
u
ch
e
d
the
d
a
r
k
hair that
c
ur
l
e
d
at
his
l
o
w
e
r
be
lly,
sift
e
d
h
e
r
f
ing
er
s
th
r
o
u
gh
it like
it was wa
te
r
at the
o
c
e
an. “N
o
. I
d
o
n
’
t.”
G
a
rre
t
t
p
u
sh
e
d h
e
r
b
ack
to the
bed
.
H
e
r panti
e
s
o
ff
ere
d
no
re
sistance
t
o
h
i
s
han
d
s. H
e
r
ni
g
htie
s
ur
g
e
d
u
p
a
s
he
p
re
ss
e
d
hims
e
lf
be
tw
e
e
n
h
e
r
thig
h
s.
He
was
b
ig
and wa
r
m and
m
o
r
e
im
p
o
sing
u
p
cl
o
se
th
a
n
he
had
e
v
e
r
s
ee
m
ed
.
She
ca
u
ght
the
gl
i
nt
o
f
his
t
ee
th and
the
sh
i
ne
o
f his
b
l
u
e
e
y
e
s
i
n the
l
o
w light. “
B
a
re
ly.
I
am
b
a
re
ly
h
o
l
d
i
n
g
o
n,
L
iv.”