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'We didn't know what would happen.' |
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'She'll be fine.' He wished he could believe that. |
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Lynn was silent for a while. Then she said, 'I used to have these horrible daydreams. About earthquakes and nuclear war. I always thought, what if something like that happened and we weren't all together? I'd see myself out grocery shopping or something, and I knew I couldn't get home. And that was the worst part, not being with you and Kara . . . at the end.' Sobbing quietly, Lynn lowered her head. |
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'This isn't the end,' John said. He put his hand on her thigh, and realized he was touching skin. He looked down. Her leg had come out of the slit side of her gown. He'd given her a rough time about wearing the outfit. Hurt her feelings. Over something as minor as a dress. They might not survive the night. Kara might . . . |
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Kara will be all right, he told himself. |
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He moved his hand up the smooth warmth of Lynn's thigh. 'It is a nice dress,' he said. |
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'I wore it for you, you know.' |
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He eased his hand under the slick fabric, and felt a quick surge of desire when he realized she wore no panties. She caressed his shoulder. More of her leg came out of the slit. He touched her soft curls, slipped his hand lower and spread his fingers, opening her. She squeezed his shoulder. Breath hitching, she |
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