At Play

I touch her very lightly but in just the right place and she says "Yes — oh yes" and catches fire, wrapping her thighs around my arm, sinking her nails in my shoulders and holding me very close. "That's so, so lovely," she says, lying across my chest. I can feel the stirrings inside her.

"Nice to hear it." I'm lying back contentedly, my body still glowing. "You know, most women aren't nearly so vocal."

"The more fools they." She shifts a little and we both sigh, then start to laugh. "Y'know, I wasn't always like this. I used to be all business, just do-it-and-get-it-done." She lies quiet for a while, recollecting. "I think it was Harley Morgan who made the difference. There was something about him... somehow I could talk back, communicate. I learned how to scream. I used to scare the shit out of him." And again we're laughing.