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Directory
    Assistance.
    “Directory assistance for what city?” came the bored female voice.
    “Yes, Milton, please. Do you have a listing for Mr. Syntian Cree? That’s C...r...e...e, I believe.”
    The phone rang a long time before she lost her nerve and hung up. Maybe it was just as well he hadn’t
    been home. She hadn’t known what she would say to him. “Thank you for the lovely flowers,” seemed
    so trite. “I’m sorry I was rude,” sounded better, but neither really was what she wanted to say.
    She tried again twice more that evening, but there was never an answer. Maybe he’ll call me, she
    thought as she turned the linens back on her bed. Maybe he’ll want to make sure I got the flowers,
    that I’m not angry.
    But the phone never rang.
    His dark gazegleamed as he entered the house. He heard her gentle breathing leading him to her. His
    footsteps were sure, silent, on the thick carpeting. A hiss of sound made him stop, scanning the room until
    he saw the chatoyant glow of a feline’s eyes regarding him from the foot of the bed. He held out his hand
    and the animal lunged at him, jumping into his arms with ease. He stroked the cat’s thick fur, nuzzling his
    face in the shiny coat, listening to the deep resonance of the cat’s purr then put it down on the floor,
    pointing one long finger to the opened door. The cat meowed softly in disappointment, rubbed against his
    leg then trotted obediently from the room. He turned his attention to the sleeping woman.
    The need inside him was building. His shaft strained against the restriction of his trousers. His palms
    itched to touch the female body before him; they were slick with a thin coating of moisture as he rubbed
    his fingers together. He caught her female scent and his nostrils flared; it wasn’t a pleasant smell, but it
    excited him. He moved to the side of the bed.
    Karla Cooper sighed in her sleep and turned over on her belly, kicking the covers from her long legs.
    Her arms wrapped around her pillow and she murmured in her sleep.
    “Syn,” she sighed, smiling against the pillowcase.
    He wasn’t at all surprised to hear his name on the woman’s lips, yet the single syllable sounded obscene
    coming from her; sounded almost as bad as the word from which it had been taken.
    “I’m here,” he said in a deep, hypnotic voice.
    His knee pressed into the mattress and he straddled her hips. He pulled up her nightgown until her naked
    flanks were gleaming in the soft moonlight filtering in through the lace curtains of her bedroom.
    He heard her sigh as his hands moved on her, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of her buttocks. He
    squeezed her, rubbed her, parted the cleft of her rump.
    “Syn,” she sighed once more.
    He leaned down, putting his lip to her ear. “Shall I take you, Karla?” he whispered seductively.
    “Yes. Yes!” she answered in her sleep.
    “You must ask me to take you,” he whispered.
    “Yes, my love,” she sighed.
    He straightened up, staring at the slack profile of the woman lying beneath him. Even in the shadows of
    the room he saw her clearly for his night vision was as acute as any other nocturnal predator’s. He
    watched as she ran her tongue over her lips, anticipating his entry.
    “Yes, oh yes,” she moaned as his finger slipped inside her.
    Slowly he withdrew his finger. His hand went to the zipper of his trousers and freed his throbbing
    member. He positioned himself, feeling her lift to better accommodate him. He smiled. “What do you
    want me to do, Karla?” he asked.
    “Take me, Syn,” she begged, her hips writhing beneath him. “Take me!” He gripped her hips in his
    hands, his fingers splayed under her hipbones, the better to position her.
    Then Karla screamed.
    And screamed.
    And screamed.

Chapter Three
    Louvenia Yelvertonlistened in shock to the policeman who was speaking on the phone. She had to grip
    the counter with her free hand to keep from sagging to the floor. “But have you any idea who