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reached for a pillow and stretched out.
    * * * *
    A phone was ringing. Her
cell phone. Jenny sat up, surprised at the darkness. She clicked off the TV and
got up to go in search of her phone. “Hello?” she answered in a hoarse voice
when she found it.
    “Are you coming?”
    It was a man’s whisper. It
was him.
    Her jaw dropped. She’d
fallen asleep and he was calling. He had her phone number. She couldn’t think
of a response and, panicked, she hit the end button, disconnecting the call.
She turned, hugging her arms, and saw that it was 11:38. The phone rang again.
She stared at it before hitting the talk button.
    “Jenny, please,” he
whispered. “You don’t have to go downstairs, if you don’t want. Unlock your
door.”
    “No,” she replied, more
forcefully than she meant to.
    “Then come back down.
Please.”
    “I can’t.” She hit the end
button again, her heart hammering. She’d slept for the last few hours and now
she was wide-awake and on edge. She set her phone down and went into her room.
She needed to take off her makeup, get into bed and go back to sleep. She
looked in the mirror and saw she looked prettier than ever. Or maybe it was
that her sight was bleary. Slowly, she approached her closet. Maybe she could
go…just to talk to him, to explain that she couldn’t continue seeing him. She
breathed out slowly, realizing she was growing wet thinking about it.
    She got into a pair of
sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Totally unsexy. They would talk. Nothing else.
    * * * *
    He’d given up hope that she
was coming, but he still couldn’t make himself leave. When he heard her coming,
he retreated in between two ancient vending machines that still housed a few
old soap products. It was the perfect place to hide, while still being able to
see her when and if she assumed the position he’d told her to.
    “Are you here?” she called
softly. She looked around. No one was here. She felt sharp disappointment,
which made no sense at all, since she had been planning to announce that there
would be no more encounters. “Because I am,” she whispered. I’m here, I’m
lonely and I want to be touched. She blew out a slow breath. Her insides
were knotted up. Was the problem that she’d been too long without sex? Her
stranger had given her her first orgasm in more than a year, and now she felt
desperate for another.
    Desire had dried up between
Mitch and herself long before he’d taken off. Of course, he’d blamed her. For
her birthday, he’d even bought her an electronic dildo and announced, “Maybe it
can get you hot.” It wouldn’t have been a bad gift, but he’d ruined it with
that statement. She moved to the dryer she’d been stationed at last time and
leaned over it. Last time she’d assumed the position, he’d shown. God, but she
wanted him to show. However sick that made her.
    “Don’t move,” he whispered.
    She jerked, once at the
sound of his whisper and once when he grabbed the sides of her hips. “Where
were you tonight?”
    “I…fell asleep.”
    “Stand up,” he whispered.
“Slowly.”
    She did. He ran his hands
up her sweatshirt and felt her breasts. He unhooked her bra and rolled her
stiffened nipples between his fingers and thumbs. She leaned back slightly on
him and closed her eyes. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing the top of her ear.
    The words caused a sharp
thrill to pulse through her.
    Ryan reached into his
pocket for the silk scarf he’d purchased for the occasion. “I want to see you.”
    “I want to see you, too,”
she said, beginning to turn.
    He stopped her. “ No.
Not yet.”
    “Why?”
    “I want you to fall in love
with me like this.”
    His answer silenced her,
and she started when she saw his hands come around with the scarf.
    “For your eyes,” he
explained. “So I can see you.”
    “That’s…not fair,” she
protested weakly, while allowing him to secure the scarf around her eyes. Her
entire body was throbbing to the rhythm of her heart.
    He