Teasingly, she slid her hip across the lump in his pants and was rewarded by a low, heavy, “Hmmm,” that emanated from deep within. She could feel ...the rumbling vibration of his sigh through his chest.They finally stepped back a little. She asked, somewhat embarrassed, “Do you like the taste of yourself?”“I love tasting both you and me, mixed together in your mouth.” He breathed deeply through his nose, “And I love smelling me on your breath. It’s the perfect perfume.”“It’s just that ‘dog marking. Sophia would occasionally make a joke, which Warren just let go, but they hadn't had many serious conversations. Just two friends, chatting. Until one Tuesday night in late February."So, did you have another Sophia weekend?" asked Warren."Actually, no. I stayed in this weekend. I had a little flu or something. Missed a big party." Awwwwww. Poor baby." This from a man who reads Shakespeare for kicks, right?" Actually, I was out all Saturday night. My friends up the street had one of their. Six more weeks is a long time to wait.”“Haven’t you been waiting for a while already?”She was shy. “No, not really. Mason and I became active when in high school. Whenever we got together, we have had sex. Over the last few years, it’s turned to love. Jar, I know you don’t believe that way but it works for us.”“I don’t but what I believe is for me. I don’t force my beliefs on others but won’t permit them to force their beliefs on me either. Who I am and how I am suits me. If who you are and how. The histories of these women were shared and how, when they’d been bent on terminating the pregnancy, she’d helped them understand the importance of life. Whether they gave the child up for adoption or chose to raise it themselves, it was a victory, a victory which shone through into Lynn’s eyes. When I’d worked with her at the Center, she’d been calm, relaxed and congenial. Tonight, there was an edge of uncertainty in her demeanor, probably because of the trick she’d pulled. —- With the.