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'What about pizza?' Buddy asked. |
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'Fine with me,' Lou said, not quite so eager to rush off for McDonald's now that Sheila was leaning on him. He moved his leg slightly to rub it against her breast. She did nothing to stop him. In fact, she squeezed his knee. |
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Lou was suddenly glad to be here. |
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He started caressing the side of her neck. |
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His mind was on Sheila while the others discussed how many pizzas to order, what size, what to have on them. He was only vaguely aware of Buddy leaving the room to phone in the order. |
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Sheila's neck felt like warm velvet. He wished there wasn't so much clothing between her breast and his legthe corduroy of his pants, her sweatshirt, the rather stiff fabric of her bra. Still, through all that, he could feel her breast's springy firmness. |
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And she wasn't giving him any grief at all. |
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This might get really interesting, he thought. |
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Then Buddy returned to his place on the sofa. 'All set,' he said. 'The pizzas'll be here in about half an hour.' |
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Doug checked his wristwatch. 'That'll be ten after seven,' he said. 'Don't know if my stomach can last that long.' |
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'Let's get some more drinks,' Buddy said. |
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