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flattery, nor any desire to lie; he could get most
anything he wanted without it, so it was just not a talent he
developed. He simply had some amount of respect and adoration for her
that had developed over their time together.
    “Your grades fall, you think of me! You need a quick lay,
you think of me!” she teased as she stayed with his steps, “And
we’ll go to my place. I’m not in the mood to run into
your little roommate.”
    The snow fell lovingly around her shoulders and hair, giving her
quite a lovely pink glow to her cheeks.
    With his broad grin he looked down at her as they walked side by
side. “Damn,” he began a bit breathily, “you’re
somethin’ else for a dame, y’know that?” Her place
wasn’t far, it was an upstairs apartment rented from a little
old lady that was near deaf and blind, and never heard her come or go
as such.
    Still, she was careful not to be spotted as she ushered him in,
making her way through the rather homey little spot. It was clean and
bright, if it weren’t for all the books strewn everywhere.
Bookshelf after bookshelf stuffed with leather tomes and half trashed
paperbacks as she went into the kitchen and immediately put on the
kettle. Taking off her gloves, she set them aside and began
unbuttoning her jacket, “So what are you auditioning for?”
    Allen dumped his books haphazardly onto a pile of her own, thereby
nearly guaranteeing he’d forget or lose them. With a shrug of
his heavy set shoulders he leaned over the counter top and looked her
over as the jacket slowly came undone, “Wrestling,” he
said absentmindedly. “They had to put it off late because the
weather’s kept other teams using the gym spaces.”
    “Ah,” she smiled, and her mind went far away for a
moment before she blinked away the fog, “Well that sounds
enchanting.” It wasn’t quite the word she would have
normally used, but the way she said it made it sound much filthier.
    Placing her snow touched jacket onto the back of the chair, her
navy skirt clung to her stomach and her dark, silken blouse
emphasised her full chest. “So I guess you’ll need help
keeping your grades up again.”
    The massively tall man’s eyes were glued to her, watching
her strip away the heavy outer coat to reveal the round curves of
what lay beneath. It took him a moment to snap out of it and realize
she asked a question, “Huh?” he began before it sank in.
“Oh yeah,” he said, nodding and standing back up.
    Moving to her he rubbed a hand over her shoulder and its blade,
“Hey, when have I ever not needed your help, doll?” He
asked with a wide, toothy grin, the handsome devil looking his best,
all radiant with joy. “And you’re more than welcome to
come watch me wrestle. Y’know, just don’t flash me or
nothin’ during, because results could get embarrassing,”
for most that would’ve been a joke, but he was serious.
    “You’re so crass,” she groaned, but the flush
that rose to her cheeks said far more. “And I don’t think
it’d be wise being seen there,” she teased, feeling his
heated body move against hers.
    She removed her hat and primly fixed the waves of her hair, laying
them just so against her forehead. She almost glowed around her old
friend, and it was embarrassing just how much she lusted for him.
    Any embarrassment was alleviated by the fact the handsome devil
was utterly in awe of her and equally as lusty it seemed, for he
brought his thick strong arms around her, holding her in the kitchen
and pressing that remarkably large bulge against her hip and thigh.
    “Yeah I know,” he said in his deep, loud voice,
leaning down and sniffing at her hair. Whereas she enjoyed his
masculine musk, he enjoyed her feminine scents, getting off on her
more classic, womanly beauty over the boyish flapper style of the
time. “I wouldn’t dream of ruinin’ your reputation,
teach.”
    “That’s why this works so well,” she whispered
back in his ear. Her clothing was becoming so