The Long Slow One
THE LONG SLOW ONE "Now, Lilah," Jonas said. "No," Lilah said. "No, Jonas. I won't. No." Jonas only smiled. "Of course you will, darling," he said. "You've already started." Lilah shook her head stubbornly, but her eyes told him she knew he was right. She was a strikingly pretty woman in her early thirties, with dark shoulder-length hair and a curvy figure. "This is going to be a treat," Jonas said to the other two people at the table. They...