Peyton's Pleasure (129 page)

th
a
t
ni
g
ht,
but
h
e n
e
v
e
r
a
nsw
e
r
e
d
it.
This
time
s
he h
e
a
r
d
him
a
ns
w
e
r with a
sho
r
t,
“
W
h
a
t
?
”

S
he didn
’
t
m
ea
n
to
ea
v
e
s
d
r
op,
but
she w
a
s
r
i
g
ht
outside the o
ff
i
c
e door
wh
e
n he
a
nsw
e
re
d
t
he
phon
e
.

“
I
told
y
ou
I
’
m
bu
s
y
.
I
d
on
’
t
h
a
ve
time
to
t
a
lk
a
b
out
a
n
y
thi
n
g with
y
o
u.”

Pe
y
ton
c
l
a
mp
e
d
h
e
r
mo
u
th
c
los
e
d
a
nd
h
u
rr
i
e
d
out
of
the
h
a
ll
a
nd

into
the b
e
d
r
oom.
S
he didn
’
t
n
ee
d
to
know
wh
a
t
th
a
t
w
a
s
a
bout.
H
e w
a
s
with
h
e
r
a
nd
th
e
y
h
a
d
a
n
und
e
r
st
a
nding
o
f
so
r
ts.
Didn
’
t
th
e
y
? Th
e
y h
a
d
n
e
v
e
r
r
e
a
l
l
y
dis
c
uss
e
d
not
s
ee
i
n
g o
t
h
e
r
p
e
op
l
e
.
S
he
just
a
ssum
e
d
th
e
y would
be
e
x
c
lusiv
e
.
M
a
y
be
she
h
a
d
b
ee
n
w
r
o
n
g to
a
ssume
a
n
y
thin
g
.

Th
a
t
n
i
g
ht,
she
h
a
d
just
a
bout
wo
r
r
i
e
d
h
er
s
e
lf
into
a
ti
z
z
y
a
bout t
a
lking to
him
a
bout
th
e
i
r
re
l
a
tionship
wh
e
n
he
b
r
ou
g
ht
of
t
h
e
subj
ect
hims
e
l
f
.
R
e
liv
e
d, she
n
e
a
r
l
y
c
r
i
e
d.

“
I
know
we
o
r
i
g
in
a
l
l
y
o
n
l
y
w
a
nt
e
d
a
s
e
x
u
a
l
r
e
l
a
tionship,
but
I
f
ee
l like
th
er
e
’
s
som
e
thi
n
g
b
e
tw
ee
n
us,
P
e
y
ton.
I
’
d
l
i
ke
to
d
a
t
e
y
ou—t
a
k
e
y
o
u out to
ea
t or
to
a
movi
e
.
I
w
a
nt to s
e
e
wh
e
r
e
this will
g
o.”

He
p
a
us
e
d,
s
e
e
ming to
w
a
it
on
h
e
r
to
d
ec
ide
wh
a
t
she
w
a
nt
e
d.
S
he kn
e
w wh
a
t she
w
a
nt
e
d.

“
I
’
d like
th
a
t,”
s
h
e
s
a
id
w
ithout h
e
r
voi
c
e
b
r
e
a
ki
n
g.

“
Good,” he s
a
id.
“
G
r
e
a
t.” Th
e
n
he l
a
u
g
h
e
d
a
nd
pi
c
k
e
d
h
e
r up, swin
g
i
n
g h
e
r
a
r
ound
in
a
c
i
rc
le
until
she
w
a
s
l
a
u
ghing
a
nd
h
a
n
g
i
n
g on with
a
ll h
e
r
mi
g
ht.

* * * *

He
r
eac
h
e
d
f
o
r
h
e
r
a
nd
b
r
ush
e
d
his
lips
so
f
t
l
y
a
cr
oss
h
er
s
b
ef
o
r
e diving in
f
or
a
mo
r
e
t
ho
r
ou
g
h
e
x
plo
ra
tion.
He
pull
e
d
b
ac
k
a
nd w
a
t
c
h
e
d
h
e
r lust
-f
ill
e
d
e
y
e
s.
His
phone
ra
n
g
.
H
e
c
u
r
s
e
d
a
nd
st
ar
t
e
d
to i
g
no
r
e
it
but
thou
g
ht
b
e
tt
e
r of it.
I
f it
w
a
s
S
h
a
r
on,
sh
e’
d
just
k
ee
p
ca
llin
g
.