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"It's your ass going to be saved for intelligence," Suzanne said.
Oliver raised himself from her. "Enough to make a man put his pants on."
"I've got a shower big enough for two," she said.
Minutes later, they were trading places under a stream of hot water,
soaping each other and rinsing off bits of grass and dirt. "Great
breasts," Oliver said, rubbing each one respectfully.
"The Lord was in a good mood," she said, pushing against him.
"Oh, oh," Oliver remembered. "What about babies?"
"I'm on the pill," she said. "Have been ever since Donny."
"Donny?"
"He's the one I ran away with."
"Oh. Good about the pill."
"I wouldn't mess you up," she said. "Or me, either. I could never have
an abortion. How about that tea?"
"Yes," Oliver said.
"You're a much better fuck than Donny," she said. Oliver was
embarrassed and pleased. "Well look at you blush! Come on,
Lover--here's a clean towel."
He dried himself and dressed. As he waited for tea, he thought about
going home. Impossible. "We're in big trouble," he said.
"I knew that the first time I saw you," she said. "If my uncle finds
out, I'm a goner. Milk and honey?"
"Sounds good.
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