Peyton's Pleasure (125 page)

“
You
don
’
t
h
a
ve
a
b
e
d.
You
h
a
ve
a
m
a
tt
re
ss
on
the
f
loo
r
.
Th
a
t isn
’
t a
b
e
d,”
he
in
f
o
r
m
e
d
h
er
.

“
R
i
g
ht.”
S
he
h
a
nd
e
d
him
the
h
e
lm
e
t
a
nd
l
ea
n
e
d
into
h
im
f
or
a

kiss.
“
Th
a
nks
f
or
a
g
rea
t
fe
w
d
a
y
s,
a
nd
f
or
s
a
vi
n
g
m
e
.”
S
he
tou
c
h
e
d h
e
r
n
ec
k
a
g
a
in.

“
Don
’
t
th
a
nk
m
e
.
I
e
nj
o
y
e
d
it
a
s
mu
c
h,
if
not
m
o
r
e
so,
th
a
n
y
ou did.
I
’
ll
s
e
e
y
ou
l
a
t
e
r
toni
g
ht,
too.
I don
’
t
pl
a
n
on
l
e
tting
y
ou
sl
ee
p
on th
a
t p
a
ll
e
t on the
f
loor
a
l
one
toni
g
ht.”

This both
e
x
c
it
e
d h
e
r
a
n
d wo
rr
i
e
d
h
e
r
.
S
he
n
ee
d
e
d some
r
oom to think.

“
M
a
y
be th
a
t
wouldn
’
t
be su
c
h
a
g
ood
id
ea
.
M
a
y
b
e l
a
t
e
r in
the w
ee
k…”
S
he
b
e
g
a
n to w
i
n
c
e
wh
e
n
h
e
fr
o
wn
e
d.

“
Ti
re
d of
me
a
l
r
e
a
d
y
?
”

“
No!
I
…
I
w
a
nt
e
d some
t
i
me
to think.”

“
To think
a
bout wh
a
t
?
”
h
e
a
sk
e
d, a
st
r
a
n
g
e
look in
his
e
y
e
s.
“
About
u
s
,
I
g
u
e
ss.”

“
I
thou
g
ht th
e
r
e
w
a
s no
u
s, on
l
y
y
ou
a
nd me
a
nd
s
e
x
.”

“
You
know
it
’
s
mo
r
e th
a
n
th
a
t
now.
A
f
t
e
r l
a
st
n
i
g
ht,
I
’
m
not
su
r
e wh
a
t it is, but it
’
s mo
r
e
th
a
n just s
e
x
. Don
’
t t
e
ll
m
e
y
ou do
n
’
t
f
e
e
l it.”

“
Y
ea
h,
I
fee
l
it.
I
g
u
e
ss
I
’
m
just
su
r
p
r
is
e
d
th
a
t
y
o
u
do.”
R
y
k
e
r st
ra
pp
e
d
the h
e
lm
e
t
on
the b
ac
k
of the bik
e
.
“
S
o
ar
e
y
ou
s
a
y
i
n
g
y
ou think th
er
e
mi
g
ht be
so
m
e
thing
a
little
mo
r
e
lo
n
g
-
t
er
m
f
or
us
?
”

“
W
e
ll,
m
a
y
b
e
,
y
e
s,
I
d
o
n
’
t
know.
I
n
ee
d
to
think
a
bout
it,”
she insist
e
d.

“F
in
e
.
I
’
ll
s
e
e
y
ou
ton
i
ght
thou
g
h.
I
’
m
not
g
oi
n
g to
both
e
r
y
ou ov
er
l
y
m
u
c
h.”
H
e
g
r
inn
e
d
a
t h
e
r
fr
o
wn.

“
Go.
I
n
ee
d
to
g
e
t
m
y
s
e
l
f
rea
d
y
f
or
the
wo
r
k
w
e
e
k.”
S
he
b
ac
k
ed

a
w
a
y
f
r
om him
a
nd
re
a
c
h
e
d b
e
hind h
e
r
f
or
the
do
o
r
knob.

“
I
’
m
l
ea
vi
n
g
.
A
f
t
e
r
I
g
e
t
m
y
g
oo
d
-
b
y
e
kiss.”
He
reac
h
e
d
f
or
h
e
r
a
nd pull
e
d h
e
r
b
a
c
k into his
ar
ms.

As soon
a
s his lips tou
c
h
e
d h
er
s, sp
ar
ks
f
l
e
w.
R
e
d
-
hot,
F
ou
r
th of
J
u
l
y
f
i
r
e
wo
r
ks
e
x
plod
e
d
ar
ound
h
er
.
H
o
w
c
ould
she
d
e
n
y
t
h
e
y
h
a
d som
e
thing
g
oi
n
g
b
e
t
w
e
e
n
th
e
m
?
How
c
ould
she
i
g
no
r
e
it
to
g
o
on with h
e
r
li
fe
, knowi
n
g
he
w
a
s just a
fe
w bl
o
c
ks
a
w
a
y
?

W
h
e
n
he l
e
t
g
o
of h
e
r
a
n
d
b
ac
k
e
d
a
w
a
y
,
she tu
r
n
e
d
a
nd
st
r
ug
g
l
e
d with
the
k
e
y to
unlo
c
k
the
doo
r
.
S
he
tu
r
n
e
d
a
nd
smil
e
d
a
t
him
a
s
he st
ar
t
e
d
the
bike
a
nd
pull
e
d
out
of
the
p
ar
king
l
ot.
I
mm
e
di
a
t
e
l
y
,
an