Make love to me, Anita. Of course, for tonight's work, the handguns were secondary. The feel of my teeth sinking into flesh. We drew back enough to look into each other's faces, and I saw the trickle of blood trailing over his lower lip.
Fine, be cryptic. It is, if you bring him to work, Anita. Besides, I'd learned the hard way that the more attention you pay to shit like that, the more you have to shovel. I shook my head.
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