Page 120 (1/2)

Dana , looked at the bed ise eyes "You prepared this?"

"Let's just say that like the little old ant who h hopes"

"You knohat you are?"

"A bastard, a lecher, a satyr-- I could think of a dozen apt descriptions"

She looked at him with a secret, womanly smile "No, you're none of those Even a satyr would not have been so thoughtful"

He pulled her lips to his and kissed her so hard she moaned

Her performance in bed fooled hiive response Instead, he found hi waves of flesh, piercing screa red trenches in his back, and finally soft, wet sobbings into his neck He couldn't help wondering if all wives blossom with such abandon when they make love for the first time with someone other than their husbands The stor skin began to soak the air of that old rotted, ghostly bedroom

Finally she pushed him away and sat up She raised her knees and hunched herself over them, feet crossed "Hoas I?"

"Like a spastic tiger," Pitt said

"I didn't know it could be like this"

"I wish I had a diirl who said those very same words every time she turned on"

"You don't knohat it's like to have your guts churning in both agony and delight at the same time"

"I dare say I don't A woman's release burns from the inside A man's erotic senses are ame"

"What do you know about the President?" she suddenly asked in a soft nostalgic tone

Pitt looked at her in amused surprise "The President? What made you think of him at a time like this?"