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arriving in Ohio five months ago. Kerri found this astounding for someone that she knew was “a freak in the bedroom”—supposedly a compliment—the moment she’d laid eyes on him. But she understood, claiming that she was very picky herself and that she hadn’t been with a man in over a year. It troubled Seth that he didn’t believe her. When he had been this intimate with a woman in the past, he never questioned her integrity. He just knew she was telling the truth. But with Kerri, he wasn’t sure. Nor did he know why he doubted her. Maybe it was because things were happening much too quickly and intensely. Or maybe it was because…she was lying.
    As it turned out, she too was a freak in the bedroom as well as in the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and on the stairs. She liked it rough. “If you are going to spank me,” she growled into his ear after he had impulsively slapped her ass in the midst of their second go around, “then spank me! ” She also liked to have her hair pulled, her nipples pinched. And she liked to bite.
    His robe had slipped off of his knee and he noticed that the Persian rug had left a rash on it matching the one he’d seen on Kerri’s ass earlier. He opened his robe the whole way and surveyed the rest of the damage. The other knee was red too. There was a purplish bite on his chest. The flesh covering his pelvic bone was sore. He pressed the area lightly with the pads of his fingers. It was bruised. He lifted his penis which felt raw and looked a little swollen.
    “We didn’t break it, did we?” Kerri asked from behind Seth.
    “I sure hope not,” he said, covering himself and getting to his feet.
    “Do you mind?” she said, indicating the button-down shirt she was wearing, one she had taken from his closet.
    “Not at all,” he said. “It never looked better. Ready for some coffee?”
    “You’re a saint!”
    “Yeah, right,” he said, heading for the kitchen.
    “No kiss?” she asked, moving in front of him.
    He laid his hands on her hips and kissed her softly. She smelled like sex and he noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt. He started to stiffen, a sensation that was almost more painful than pleasurable at this point.
    “It’s still working,” she whispered, indicating his growing erection.
    “Overtime,” he whispered back.
    “No kidding. Is that all you think about?”
    “That’s not what I’m thinking,” he said. “That’s just my physical response to you.”
    “What are you thinking?”
    “In a word?” he said. “Chafe.”
    Kerri burst out with the loudest laugh he’d heard from her yet, covering her mouth, like she’d done when he met her at the coffee shop yesterday, like she’d done many times during last night’s conversations. He wondered where she had picked up the habit. Maybe as a girl with braces, hiding them when she laughed. Her teeth were so straight and white that it would seem likely that nature had a little help. “I know!” she said, “I came up the stairs bow-legged.”
    “We’re an explosive combination, Kerri. I think there’s something wrong with us,” Seth said, taking two mugs from the cupboard. “This isn’t natural. It can’t be healthy.”
    She was still laughing. “So you’re not always like this?”
    “No, I generally like to stop well this side of…black and blue. Yourself?”
    “Hell, no!” she said. “Not even close. I didn’t know it was possible to have that much sex in one night.” Seth handed Kerri a mug of coffee and sat out milk and sugar. “You’re supposed to say,” Kerri continued, “me neither!”
    “I’m twenty years older than you, remember.” He covered his face with his hands. “Oh God! I’ve become a dirty old man.”
    “Don’t start that again.”
    “A cradle-robber.”
    Kerri rolled her eyes.
    “A creep.”
    “Do you want to wear this coffee?” she asked.
    He sighed and looked at her. “There’s no way around it. You are really