He gazed up into the bare branches where the tiny rough balls still hung on to the edges of the tree. I let myself do what I'd wanted to do since he touched my face. They tended to squawk if you didn't carry them upright and carefully. It was the only moment that all of me could be free.
I can raise lust in you, Anita, it is not the ardeur, but it is one of my gifts. When he opened his eyes, they weren't brown, they were amber, dark orange wolf amber. Anita! I need you here. The night was suddenly less dark.
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