Is something wrong?” I asked, continuing to rub Beanie, the puzzled expression still on Sally-Ann’s face. We’re closed Sunday and now my assistant manager has most weekends off; everything works out fine. XXX …did you think I was fibbing, Sally-Ann?”
“I thought you were flirting with me.”
“In other words you thought I was fibbing.”
“I did; will you forgive me?”
“You’re forgiven, don’t doubt me again,” he said sternly. I can smell the sweet nectar of your flower that I tasted mere minutes ago.”
I was so aroused now I could hardly stand it as Thomas got on top of me, supporting his weight with his arms. I’m happy for Anita, I really am; I hardly recognized her a year after she left Zane’s when we ran into each other buying groceries; besides losing weight,
