. let’s do this...” He stripped to his boxers and then turned back the covers on her bed. Carter stacked pillows against the headboard and lay, si...tting up with his back against them. Valerie sat between his thighs and leaned against his chest. He slipped his arms around her waist and began kissing the base of her neck.“Mmm ... I like how this feels,” she purred. “Carter — I need it slow tonight.”“I don’t have a train to catch,” he replied. He moved his hands up her torso so he could brush his. By the time he was finished, part of me wished that I had died in thataccident.No, I was not paralyzed in anyway. However, my left knee was smashed, andthe breakage of my femur and tibia precluded, the doctor said, any hopeof knee replacement. My back was shot; I would need extensive physiobefore standing up straight again. Any hope I ever had of writing with myright hand ever again was gone; my thumb and index finger had beensevered in the crash. And my left elbow was shattered.Of more concern. She accepts his invitation and they continue to gaze at one another all through dinner. They sat comfortably across from each other. Their conversation was unforced and peacefully intimate.“So why are you here?” She asked.“Business.”“I know that, silly. What made you get into this business?”“Oh, well, I've been in this business going on twelve years. There are many reasons, some old, some new, but an over-all answer in a word would be creativity.”Smiling, “Mm, really?”For the first time he. ‘I am no one’s eye candy and especially not from a slut like you. Look at you, flirting and teasing me for the last hour. Now you are half naked and creaming over a man you know nothing about, what a dirty slut. I am going to teach you a lesson, a hard lesson.’ I loved the force of his words. He was right my panties were soaked and my mind was racing with anticipation, lust and nasty thoughts. I was drawn in by what he was going to do to teach me that hard lesson. Just imagining this lesson I.