He'd wanted to drink my fear while he fucked me. He sighed again. It carried lots of guns, lots of ammo, pointy weapons, and it all looked like a medium sized black duffel bag, luggage thing. He could have cradled me like a child, and I hated that, but he was so warm, so warm.
But I didn't get mad. Uh-unh, I need more of a clue than that. Nothing about that smile was happy. I believe that Anita sees it as unasked-for sexual contact.
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