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could just as easily sleep together. Shifting in beside her on the couch, Eric launched
an arm around her shoulder. He kissed that unequalled spot just below her ear as he
traced a single finger down the inside of her terrycloth robe. If her nipples hadn t already
been erect in anticipation, they certainly would be now! His hand entered her robe
through the slit in the front and cupped her naked breast unseen. Is your bed big
enough for two? he asked.
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You know it is, she cooed, breathtaken by his lips on her neck and his fingers
pinching her tits. And you know you re welcome to share it, she went on, but I get the
feeling you ll be leaving sooner rather than later, and I want to maximize our time. Fuck
now, sleep after.
Eric growled as he pulled one eager breast out in the open. Savannah sighed as
he kissed his way down her neck. She closed her eyes, shaking the towel from her wet
hair, and only opened them again when she realized Eric s lips were no longer touching
her flesh. What s wrong? she asked.
Looking down over the back of the couch, he said, You re not going to leave
your wet towel on the floor, are you? That moisture will get into the carpet and you ll end
up with mold, spores, respiratory disease& well, you re the biologist. You know what I m
talking about.
Savannah stared into Eric s eyes with a big smile on her lips, until she realized
he was serious. Okay, grandpa, I ll pick it up. The second her left foot met the floor, a
searing pain shot through her leg. God damn it! she cried, grasping the couch and
hopping on her right foot. Oh, I forgot about that.
You sit back down, Eric said, rising to grab the towel himself. I m so sorry,
Savannah. To tell the truth, I d forgotten about your ankle. I guess the warmth from the
shower didn t do its job, huh?
Well, it did to start out with, she replied as he hung the towel in the bathroom. It
worked well enough that I could forget about the pain for a couple minutes, but now I
guess it s back.
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He stood outside the bathroom with his arms crossed in front of his chest. I can
take you to the hospital if you want me to.
Savannah moaned internally. No, Eric. She just wanted to say his name. No,
I m fine. Seriously. Just& Though it rested in the periphery, the bag on the coffee table
caught her eye. Hey, I totally forgot about those Lucy DVDs you picked up. Why don t
we watch a few episodes, huh?
A smile grew across Eric s lips, and he raced back to her side. I bought candy
too! he cried, tearing into the bag and pulling out chocolates and gummies and
microwave popcorn.
Looks like you ve covered all the bases, Savannah chuckled. Sweet, salty, and
chocolate. These would be my three main food groups, if I let myself be bad.
Eric raised an eyebrow as he opened up the box of popcorn. You mean you ve
yet to let yourself be bad tonight?
With a sneaky nod, Savannah picked up the veritable bucket of gummy worms.
Give me some warning when you do decide to be bad, Eric went on. I might
need artificial resuscitation.
She tore the plastic lid off the container of gummies, lifted one to her mouth, and
summoned it inside with her tongue. When Eric looked sufficiently aroused, she bit the
worm and smiled. Don t worry, sugar. I think I know how to bring you back to life.
Had Savannah ever in her life called somebody sugar? It sounded so Blanche
Dubois. So not biology-geek Savannah. But what difference did it make, really? If she
could turn Eric on just by sucking on a piece of candy, why not do it? He d be gone soon
anyway. It s not like she d have to keep up the sex-goddess show forever. Besides, it
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was refreshing to be around someone who looked at her in awe, even if she was just
wearing her ankle-length terry cloth robe. She was glad to give Eric some relief after his
wife had cheated on him and made him feel so rotten about himself. And a couple good
fucks would go easier on Eric s liver than all the drinking he d probably do if she wasn t
around to entertain him. She could tell he felt good about himself with her, and that
made her feel good about herself in turn. So what if he was married? This little
encounter was good for everyone. That s what Savannah would keep telling herself
every time that stupid little guilt voice spoke up at the back of her head. Savannah,
what are you doing? This isn t right. Eric is married! He s Stacy s dad. What would she
say if she knew? This is all wrong, wrong, wrong&
Eric put a bag of popcorn in the microwave before setting a DVD in the player. I
like the early episodes best the ones before little Ricky comes along.
Yeah, kids spoil TV shows, she said. Pushing Mr. Guilt-Voice out of her mind,
she tried to think up other examples, but her brain seemed to be offline. Hey, did you
know when this show was first made they couldn t say the word pregnant on
television?
Did I know that? Eric laughed as the menu came up on the screen. I m
surprised you knew that. This is my generation s TV programming, after all, not yours.
Savannah didn t like that Eric would make a statement like that, explicitly
attempting to make her feel young and foolish. Or maybe he didn t intend it that way.
Maybe she was reading too much into things. Well, I watched it when I was little, she
replied, so I feel like it belongs to me too. Anyway, doesn t any classic TV show or
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movie or song or whatever belong to the generations, and not just a generation? I
mean, some things are timeless.
I suppose you re right about that. Eric gazed at the DVD remote for a moment,
but he had to bring it in close to his face before he could find the button he was looking
for. As he squinted at the controller, the wrinkles around his eyes became apparent to
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