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hands drive her wild with desire, to have her body join Claudia s passions to the very
end.
Laurel knew of Claudia s great tenderness and she knew of her churning torments,
but never had Laurel known such power could be shared in darkness. Every cell in
her body wanted to be bathed in Claudia s flow. Claudia s arm wrapped around
Laurel s lower back and pulled her into an impossible position. Her back arched as
Claudia s mouth formed damp kisses along the base of her neck. Claudia s hands
unfolded her sweater and pushed it aside.
Laurel s breasts were full and hard, waiting impatiently for the kind of relief only
Claudia could provide, but when Claudia undid the first button of her blouse, Laurel
stopped her.
"What's the matter?" Claudia whispered. Her voice was pure velvet.
"Look behind you," Laurel choked, her chest still heaving. "I think the guy knocking
on your window wants our attention."
Claudia unraveled herself from Laurel s body and turned to face the window.
This isn t P-Town, a muffled yet distinctly gruff male voice announced.
As Claudia opened her mouth, Laurel signaled a warning to Claudia with her hand
and added, Come on, let s just leave.
We re sitting here in the dark in an empty parking lot and this ass&
I mean it, Claudia. Let s go. He s right. This isn t P-Town.
In an uncharacteristic moment of compliance, Claudia put the car in gear and
lurched them away from the intruder. It s not like we were making a public display
of ourselves.
I don t know about that. I was about to make a very public display of myself.
Claudia grinned as she glanced toward Laurel. Postponed, but not canceled, right?
Right, Laurel assured.
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Chapter Nine
The next weekend, Claudia and Lilly came up to Eastland to take Laurel out to
dinner.
"Wear your green jacket," Lilly said, perched on the edge of Laurel's bed. She seemed
unusually impatient for Laurel to get changed.
"I don't know," Laurel said, stepping into her room from the adjoining bathroom. She
was putting on a white silk blouse and had just finished a quick shower. "I haven't
worn that since we had dinner with Gini Cunningham."
"But Mom loves it. She once told me that it turned your eyes into emeralds and your
skin into alabaster."
"I've always wanted to be described as rocks," she said, holding the jacket up to
herself. "Are you sure it isn't too fancy? We're just going down the street, aren't we?"
"You can be fancy at the Country Inn. Besides, Mom is wearing a tuxedo, of sorts."
"What do you mean of sorts?" Laurel asked, slipping the cream colored pants she
pulled out of her small closet over her hips and zipping them up.
"Well, the lapels of her black jacket are shiny and she's wearing a bow tie. Of course,
Martha had to tie it for her, which put her in a bad mood for a long time. She s
wearing jeans though, so I don t think it counts as a full tuxedo."
Laurel brushed her hair and asked Lilly to help her put it into a French braid. Lilly
was glad to help, and with practiced efficiency, had Laurel's hair done in a flash.
"What do you think? Gold or pearls?" Laurel asked as she held both up to her neck.
"Neither," Lilly announced firmly.
"I have to wear something."
"No you don't."
Laurel looked at Lilly from in the mirror. "Something funny is going on here. You
and your mother have some trick up your sleeve, don't you?"
Lilly feigned ignorance, but Laurel could tell by the rising color in Lilly's cheeks that
tonight was not going to be the ordinary outing she had been told it would be.
Laurel took a final look at herself in the mirror, and said, "Come on, kiddo, let's go
downstairs and get your mother."
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When they walked into her library, Claudia was standing by the unlit fireplace, a
book resting in her hand and her head bent over it. Laurel's favorite Beethoven CD
was playing in the background.
"Are you ready to go?" Laurel asked.
Claudia looked up. Without reserve or comment, she let her eyes touch every inch of
Laurel's surface, her approval apparent in her growing smile. "I am a lucky woman,"
she said walking toward them. "Separately, I wouldn't be able to say which of you is
more beautiful. But together, the vision is too much for a mere mortal." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]