Each time I did, another half-dozen neurons hung up their synaptic spikes.Each time I did, another half-dozen neurons hung up their synaptic spikes. I stood there holding her coat in front of me and between us and studying the collar closely, because everywhere else I looked, my eyes saw Alicia and it was distracting. "David, can we go into another room?" I looked at her eyes and found laughter in them. "You make me nervous as hell." "I gathered as much." She nodded toward the living room, reminding me. I motioned for her to precede me, and this was another mistake. Because walking behind her I was struck by two things: The loveliness of her long hair, spreading silkily till at its base its lustrous spray was as wide as her waist, drawing the eye down its length which was the second thing to strike me with a dull thud. Right beneath the ends of her hair was her butt, taut and lithe and perfectly rounded and encased and displayed and twitching within the best Guess had to offer. I was ready to fall to my knees and worship that perfectly formed ass. I was so mesmerized by its movements that I followed her through my little home office -- where the CRT still showed the work in progress at the time of her arrival -- and into the living room. Where she turned and asked if there was someplace I could hang the coat, so I wouldn't be carrying it like a protective cloak. Of course there was. The walk-in closet was between the office and the living room. I'd walked right past it. I felt my face redden and hung up her coat and found a hint of a smile playing at the corners of those lush lips I had barely tasted less than twenty-four hours before. I hung up her coat and was about to close the closet door. |