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s I could. Silly.
Silly and stubborn. He smiled a little; his eyes left mine and trav-
elled slowly down my twitching body. My jaw was clenched to stop my
teeth from chattering, because they would have. My hands were fists at
my sides, arms and legs stiff, stomach muscles tense with effort. His
eyes lingered on my hairless sex, which by now was covered in goose
bumps: I'm sure I looked like a plucked chicken. His gaze travelled
back up my body to my face. I was on the edge of losing control.
Suddenly he stood, stepped over to me, and picked me up, cradling
me in his arms. He carried me down a hall and into his bedroom.
Blessed warmth! The room was such a relief! It seemed almost hot
after the living room. He put me on the bed and told me to get under
the covers. I got up on my knees on the bed and crouched to pull back
the comforter; I was shivering so violently it took me two tries to
grasp the covers and pull them back. There was a toasty electric
blanket somewhere under me. God that felt great.
While I was thawing out, I looked around the room--remember, at
this point all I had se
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