Premonition? Perhaps.Premonition? Perhaps. The bathroom was empty, the door open. Alicia wasn't in the kitchen or dining room and I would have heard her leave. I knew she wasn't in my office or living room. Which left -- The door was open and the reflected city light through the Levolor blind illuminated her. She had only the sheet over her, drawn up to the tops of her breasts. Her hair was spread on the pillow. "Did you tell my sister the truth?" she asked softly. "Or will you kick me out of your bed?" She threw back the sheet, baring herself to the narrow flare of her hips, and held her arms up to me. "Put your hands on me, David; make love to me. |