MICHAEL R THOMASChapter 111
In response to that, she squeezed me really hard. “Careful, dear ... I’m on a hair trigger right now.” “Sorry,” she said pulling her hand out and off me, but licking it nevertheless. We both fell asleep for the last hour of the drive. She had gotten up on my lap and her head was on my chest. She’s only about five foot two, and maybe one hundred pounds. To wake us up was Jennifer sitting in her seat saying, “You two look comfy,” too loud. “She fell asleep the moment she sat on my lap,...