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with more help and major firepower. I know how Manuela
operates. They'll destroy that small police station and everybody in
it.”
    He picked
up a weapon from one of the dead attackers, then he and Renée
went to their car and promptly departed.
    “I
want to go home, Danny, my home.”
    “After
stopping for more ammunition, our next stop is New York. Happy?”
    “Yes!
I want you to meet the uncles. There's really a lot to like about the
city, honey. You'll see, I promise, and we'll be safe there. Well,
safer anyway.”
    It was
midnight several days later when they arrived at her Brooklyn
apartment.
    “Um,
Danny, there's something I need to tell you about before we go
inside. I suspect Jennifer was about to mention it.”
    “Unless
it's about having a husband waiting, it can wait until tomorrow. I'm
beat after all that driving. Is that okay, Renée?”
    “Yes,
I've been finding excuses to not bring it up and that sounds like
another good one to me. It's a loft apartment. Do you think you can
make it up the stairs?”
    When they
walked in, he noticed a large photo on the wall of her and one of her
girlfriends.
    “I
see you use that cross-eyed expression a lot,” he observed.
    “Yeah,
that's my silly-girl look. Would you believe you're the first man
I've ever invited up here?”
    “What
about Chris?”
    “Chris
wanted to get married, but as much as I wanted that, and as much as I
wanted to please Chris, I could never say 'yes'. When the subject
finally came up, all I could do was cry. When it came right down to
it, I realized there was something missing in that relationship. I
don't feel that way about us.”
    As they got
settled in, she turned on some music. “I'd dim the lights, too,
but I don't want you falling asleep on me. Being a girl of many
contrasts, I go both ways on a lot of things. I can be on top, I can
be on the bottom, I can go north, I can go south, I can be
wicked-girl, and I can be good-girl. I can be a prude, but also a
vixen.”
    “Don't
forget silly-girl, fantasy-girl, and naughty-girl.”
    “Yes,
them, too. You're about to meet playtime-girl. There are lots of
girls for you to get to know, if you stick around long enough.”
    “What's
with all the insecurity, honey? I'm not sure exactly what you're
trying to say, but the part about going south sounds interesting. I
like to go south, too,” he said with a wry grin.
    “Oh,
a man after my own heart. That's one of my favorite things. Let's
both go south together. We've been platonic long enough, maybe too
long. How about we drink some wine and get naked?” she asked.
    “Naked?”
His road-fatigue began to fade.
    As she
struggled with the corkscrew, she asked “How come you've been
so patient and caring with me, Danny? I've never known a man to be
like that before.”
    “I've
known a lot of women over the years, Renée. I experienced
physical intimacy with a lot of them, but the emotional intimacy with
you has been better, the best. My physical needs take a back seat to
the rest. We've shared a lot of emotional intensity in our short time
together.”
    She poured
them both some wine, then straddled him face-to-face as he sat on the
couch. “How about a toast to adding some physical intensity?”
    He watched
intently as she began undoing the buttons on her blouse while sipping
her wine. She slipped it off, then tossed it across the room, quickly
followed by her bra.
    “Are
you sure about this, honey?” he asked, staring at her firm
nipples. It was her show; he would let her run with it. He sipped
wine with one hand, with the other he caressed a breast.
    Renée
stood up and undid her skirt. It fell to the floor, leaving her
standing there wearing just her panties.
    “I'm
glad I agreed to come to Brooklyn,” he said. “This loft
brings out a different side of you. I'm liking it, a lot.”
    As she slid
off her panties, her eyes revealed a look of vulnerability. The magic
words were like music to his ears as they softly flowed across