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staring at them. I’m no worse than the others, who you were teasing all day. You were glowing so much I swear you could’ve blinded someone.”
    “You’re not so bad yourself. But did you know that your jeans are torn a bit in the back?”
    “And is it that noticeable?”
    “Why, does it bother you?”
    “Taking an example from you—not at all. Everyone’s been getting pleasure out of your little black panties.”
    “Hah, well what if they did. At least mine are in one piece. Your butt is full of holes, you ragamuffin.”
    “Then why are you dealing with ragamuffins?”
    “Oh dream on …”
    “You’re just kissing up for another smoke, you little beggar.”
    “Yea … like I really need to smoke your smelly cigarettes!” she retorted, tossing away another butt. Looking at him victoriously, she opened a caramel and placed it in her mouth. Her lips were right next to his, and he kissed them easily.
    “Let me finish chewing it, you overzealous …”
    He squeezed her tighter. Her head swayed from side to side, and her full lips poured a blissful aura across his body. His hand crept up and grasped her breast. It was big and firm. “And she hasn’t even had a child yet,” Serge confirmed in his mind. But Janna commandingly moved his hand away. Then, he clasped her face, peppered her with kisses, swept her up off her feet, and placed her down upon the straw. He pressed her tightly in a fevered embrace. She threw back her head, exposing her neck for kisses. Serge grazed his nose into her shoulder, smelling the scent of freshly tanned skin still holding the sun’s rays. His excitement grew quickly. He rolled on top of her, giving her the full brunt of his weight. Her breathing became irregular and short, but to Serge it seemed to burn, turning him into an animal. He didn’t even attempt to undress her. That sweet moment had almost arrived, threatening to spill out all over the place, just seeking some release. Janna felt his hardness on her stomach, sobering her up, and so she began to tug at his jeans, attempting to slide out from under him.
    “That’s enough Serge,” she whispered insistently.
    One more minute and his volcano would have erupted. Then a faraway thought came to him, whispering, “Well, I will have to go to the sea to wash out my pants …” He promptly rolled over to the side, breathing heavily and feeling his pulse pound through his body … His volcano calmed itself; the eruption didn’t happen. He lay for a few more minutes, now feeling his bladder might erupt instead. He excused himself and went off into the bushes. The evening lingered with freshness. Cold stars hung in the translucent sky, lighting his path. They also seemed fresh. Feeling relieved, Serge returned to the terrace, but Janna was nowhere to be found. He wanted to call out to her, but he could hear a steady stream literally steps away.
    “What? Am I not a human being,” shouted Janna, laughing with her startling, vibrating laugh. She emerged from the bushes fixing her skirt, which was clinging to her panties from behind, and Serge collapsed onto the ground from laughter. She plopped down on his stomach.
    “Why are you laughing?” she asked.
    “Why wouldn’t I laugh? Now it appears that urine is bringing us closer, but I was hoping that something else would.”
    “Wow! What haven’t we done already! Ha, ha, ha!”
    “Well, it may be enough for you to go pee into the bushes, but it’s not enough for me.” Serge raised himself, crawling up underneath the fringe of her skirt.
    “That’s to be continued, but not now,” she said gleefully, pulling his hands away again.
    “How old are you?” she asked unexpectedly.
    “Why? Are you afraid to seduce a minor?”
    “Well, I’m waiting.”
    “Twenty-one and a half,” Serge lied, having only turned twenty a month ago. “And you?” he asked automatically, immediately realizing how impolite that was.
    “You’re not supposed to ask a lady that sort of question,