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"History doesn't remember well-behaved woet that fro Genise's face A half dozen or so freckles dotted each cheek I never noticed the my eyes A moment of silence settled between us "Shannie," Genise uttered, breaking the spell

"What about her?" I asked

"I got the saying from her She had the bumper sticker on her car"

"Oh," I mumbled beneath my stare

"Shit! The stir-fry"

My eyes followed Genise across the kitchen I felt horrible betraying Shannie Don't wi out on Genise - a deal is a deal I ca to hate hout diner, Genise and I were civil We didn't bring up Shannie or our deal Thank God for the photo albu to talk about

"I'll wash, you dry," Genise said e finished eating

"Deal," I answered

Tension seeped over us like globs of maple syrup as we stood at the kitchen sink Genise'seach dish, wary she'd have a change of heart and break a plate over my head I enjoyed the uncertainty My paranoia aided the tension Hoould explain a run in with Genise's flying Corningware? I hid my sweaty palms behind the dishtowel

Then it happened With the suddenness and intensity of igniting gasoline The trigger, an innocent brush of arms I hated Genise could produce such a reaction I hated not being able to controlable to control Genise

We broke a dish, but it wasn't over either of our heads As I pulled Genise to ht mine She was softer than she looked Our lips locked, my hands ran under her arms, down her sides and over her hips I squeezed her ass A ht

She crushed her breasts against ues crossed in a race for the other I sub her shirt clad breasts

She withdrew her tongue and threw her head back I reached around her waist helping her maintain her balance Genise thrust her hips into ainst mine "Fuck me," she ordered