But one hand was sliding down the front of my body, until his fingers slid over me. You want me to be your puppy tonight? I was thinking more that we'd just fuck, I said. We'll take care of you. It was just sitting there, in the middle of the floor, no stall, no nothing.
I turned to Malcolm, and I let my anger fill my voice. He hadn't seen me exhibit any of the powers that Jean-Claude was asking about on his end of the phone. Nathaniel would not hurt me, and it was my own fault about the hair being where it was. Be careful about the stones you throw, Malcolm, sometimes they get thrown back.
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