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touching her nipples, her pussy, and everything in between. It was as if she were touching
herself, and that was good. So good.
Patrice spread her legs and took Ronnie s hand beneath her own. She showed her how
to touch, how to tease, and how to please. Without prompting Ronnie suckled her breast as
her hand moved over Patrice s clit in an age-old rhythm that she d likely used herself
thousands of times.
She was too aroused, too close to exploding, and within minutes, an orgasm ripped
through her. Her body shook with the pleasure of simply giving and receiving, of having
someone to touch in body and in spirit.
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After she caught her breath, she wrapped her arms around Ronnie and kissed her
again. They snuggled spoon-style and pulled the quilt around them.
* * * * *
Veronica grinned as a soft hand trailed up and down her skin, back and forth, leaving a
trail of goose bumps. She savored the feeling of having a warm body beside her, touching
her. She wasn t alone for the first time in a long time, either physically or emotionally.
She rolled over and pressed her breasts against Patrice s. Their nipples budded
immediately.
 Hi.
Patrice chuckled.  Hi yourself.
Veronica s heart raced as she leaned forward and kissed Patrice s pink lips. She opened
her mouth immediately and their tongues danced together, rubbing and stroking. Veronica
didn t think it was possible, but she was wet with need already.
The shrill ringing of the telephone nearly sent her catapulting from the bed. Brown
eyes met blue and breaths mingled. The answering machine picked up on the second ring.
 Veronica Marie Avery! You pick up the phone this instant!
Veronica s entire body stiffened, and Patrice pulled back.
Oh, my God. My mother.
 I heard you were KISSING a woman! How dare you? You pick up this phone this
instant!
How could she possibly know what Veronica had done from a thousand miles away?
Oh God, her stomach roiled and the back of her throat burned.
 What were you thinking? That s just disgusting. Veronica ... I know you re there. You
had better pick up the phone.
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Patrice was off the bed and pulling on her clothes while Veronica sat and rocked back
and forth, trying to block out her mother s voice. Tears pricked her eyes and the full impact
of what she had done, what she was about to do, hit her. Hard.
 Veronica! I expect you to call me the very second you get this message!
The phone abruptly cut off and the silence thundered through the house. Blood rushed
in her ears, and her mouth was as dry as cotton.
What have I done?
A movement caught her eye and she looked up to see Patrice walking out of her
bedroom.
 Patrice ...
She stopped and her chin dropped to her chest, but she didn t turn around.  No
worries, Ronnie.
Without another word, she left. Veronica started crying, great gusting sobs that burst
forth like a dam bursting. Five years of grief, heartache, and loneliness refused to be
contained any longer.
She fell over on her side, and the sheets absorbed her tears.
* * * * *
Veronica lay in her puddle of self-pity for an hour. She was completely confused and
feeling as if a mule had kicked her in the stomach.
What had she done?
She d had sex with a woman for God s sake. What the hell was wrong with her? She
felt odd, itchy, and just completely out of sorts. She d had sex with men since Orin had died,
but a woman? Veronica never, ever expected to do this, much less enjoy it so much. God, she
felt so ... not herself.
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Veronica hopped out of bed and pulled on a skirt and top, minus her bra and panties.
Without bothering to brush her hair, she grabbed her purse and the keys to the old clunker
in the garage and left the house. The other car was still at the bowling alley, and she needed
to get out.
Veronica knew where she was going, even if she didn t admit it. Somehow, some way,
she needed validation. She needed to feel that she was still a woman.
When she pulled up to Dean s Den, it was eleven-thirty, and the music thumped
against the wooden walls. The parking lot was full of pick-up trucks, motorcycles, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]