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I'm naked 'cause I'd just finished fucking when the bad guys arrived." Yeah, like my partner." Yep. He didn't finish, though. I interrupted them." Good." She grimaced, not because of physical pain, but rather the emotional trauma of knowing the man she wanted preferred another woman."He loves you," I said."Get outta here!" I know love when I feel it." I'll be dipped." It's the good guys," I said after I heard Jerome's thoughts."Go. Throw something over your gorgeous body. I'll hold the bandage."For some reason, I couldn't move.Jerome returned. He wore trousers but was naked otherwise."Dad, Jason... ?" I started to ask as I stood up."They're in the shelter."I relaxed. Boy, oh boy, did I ever relax!Suddenly my legs didn't have the strength to hold me upright.I crumpled."Are you hit?" Jerome asked, suddenly worried out of his mind.Nora chuckled and then gasped. Laughing hurt when you're gunshot."What happened to you after your first gun battle, Jerome?" Nora asked."Oh."I felt so silly,. "I'll only be a few minutes, I promise. Something to drink? I'm having a Punt e Mes and soda." "Yes, with lime, please." Bella was shaking, she caught a little quaver in the words that tumbled from her lips but Rico didn't seem to notice, or let on if he did. The tall cool drink was in her hand in a minute and he leaned to her, kissed her cheek. "Only a few more minutes, Bella," and he went into another room. Her cheek was burning where he had kissed her, her pussy was dripping, her breathing was fast and shallow, she thought she might faint. Bella drank half the aperitif and walked around the small but well furnished room, admiring the books and CDs on the shelves, looking at the pictures, all of Rico and an assortment of young attractive women. She was standing at the window between the parted curtains when she felt his hands on her waist. "Bella, you're a very beautiful woman," and he pulled her long hair aside, his lips brushing the nape of her neck. She shivered but tried.
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