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was building inside her. 
    ‘You begin to
moan,” he said softly, “and as your moans grow louder and louder your hot lava
starts to boil, ready to explode at any moment, then-“
    “Ahh, oh God.  Oh,
yes.  So fucking good.” Marilyn moaned as her fingers worked harder and faster
on her clit. She was writhing on the bed.
    Then as if in
answer to his call, Marilyn’s body shook in an orgasm that started at her clit
and shot through her body, leaving her panting and spent.
    It was only then
that the realized she’d dropped the phone.  Still gasping for air she reached
over and picked it up.  “Antonio,” she choked, “what are you trying to do to
me?”
    Sounding pleased
with himself he made her a promise.  “When you get back to Chicago I’ll show
you.” 
    -—
    T he next day
Marilyn got up and grabbed a quick breakfast of ackee and salt fish, another of
her favorites while in Jamaica.  After gulping down a glass of orange juice she
was soon in the lobby checking out.  Mr. Powers was waiting for her as they
planned to begin departmental meetings at nine o’clock.
    As she arrived she
quickly met with the employees and before long realized that their enthusiasm
was sky high.  “Thank you for your hard work and dedication,” she told them. 
“The management and staff at the head office are extremely proud of your
achievements.”
    That day she was
able to stay with the team only a couple of hours and then she was off to catch
her one thirty flight.
    At the airport she
shook Mr. Powers’ hand.  “Thanks for a productive visit,” she told him. 
“You’re doing a great job here.”
    He gave her a warm
smile.  “And thank you for coming.  We always appreciate the support from the
head office.”
    After waving
goodbye to him she turned and headed for the departure entrance.  There was a
smile on her face but it had nothing to do with Bouncy Hair Products or Stephen
Powers.  She was remembering Antonio’s last words to her - “When you get back
to Chicago, I’ll show you.”

CHAPTER EIGHT
    W hen Marilyn landed
in Chicago and she was finally able to use her cell phone the first person on
her mind was Antonio.  She dialed his number and as she did a mischievous smile
sneaked onto her face.  On the fourth ring Antonio answered.  “Hello.  I
assume you’re back home.”
    She soaked in the
sound of his voice then replied.  “Yes.  I just landed but wanted you to know
that I’m back.”  To be honest, she had another reason for calling.  His last
statement was still playing over and over in her mind and she wanted to get
what was promised to her.  But being the lady she was, all she would do was
plant the seed.  She knew it would sprout sooner rather than later.
    “What are you
doing tomorrow evening at eight?” he asked.
    Just so she didn’t
seem too eager she decided to pretend she would be swamped with work.  “I have
a lot to catch up on so can I call you in the morning to confirm?”
    “Sounds great. 
Glad you’re back.  I’m looking forward to hearing from you in the morning.” 
Antonio then told her bye and hung up. 
    After she got
through speaking to Antonio she decided to check her messages and realized
there was one from Vanessa asking her to give her a call as soon as she got in
because she had something very important to tell her.  Curious as to what could
be so important, she called her as soon as she reached the parking lot and got
into her car but Vanessa’s cell phone rang until it went to voicemail.  She
left a message and headed for home.
    When she arrived
forty-five minutes later she changed into tights and a T-shirt then plopped
down in the sofa and turned on the television.  She’d flipped the channel to
CNN to catch up on the news when she heard her cell phone ringing.  When she
glanced at the screen she saw that it was Vanessa.
    She tapped the
answer button.  “Hello, Crazy.  What trouble have you been up to since we last
spoke?”
    “Well,