“Then help make me understand.” There’s a seductive undertone in her voice. She wants more.
“I can do that. Tonight, and every other night if you let me.”
“I think we can explore our options,” she singsongs lullingly.
Dead. Buried. Gone.
She’s so open and receptive to fostering our relationship. There’s nothing on this earth I want more.
“How about I start right now?” I bite her neck and she yelps.
Time for round three.