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 Oh wow! You got a big knot back here, Jessie informed her.  Probably could use some ice or a cold
cloth. Sleeping might not be such a great idea, right now.
 I know, Colby breathed and then before she could stop herself, she placed a light kiss on Jessie s chest.
For an instant, the world stopped moving.
 It s been a long time, Colby. Jessie rasped.
 Sorry, Colby stammered. She was ashamed of her own desire. Jessie was only trying to make her feel
better.
 Don t be. It s okay. It s funny I never thought we would be like this. You sick in my bed with a bump on
your head. I always thought it would be & you pushing me onto the bed and ripping off my clothes. You
always liked playing rough.
Colby eased back to look up into Jessie s eyes. They were so clear and certain. No hesitation or regret.
 You re shackled, Colby began but Jessie interrupted to steal her own hungry kiss from Colby s lips as a
hand was moving downwards to gently caress Colby s breasts.
 Its okay, Colby. It s better this way. I don t want to hurt you. I have horrible dreams where I hurt people.
Sometimes, when I wake up the dreams were real. I frighten myself.
 I don t want it to be like this. Colby replied,  Its wrong, Jessie. Please, don t.
She tried to move away. A gentle tackle brought her back down onto the bed. Jessie was straddling her
now.
 Shush. I just want to touch you. It s been so long, Jessie whispered.
Colby felt Jessie s soft lips slowly kiss their way down her neck, ruthlessly breaking down her
resistance. Jessie s hands were all over her now, first gently and then insistently stroking, teasing the most
sensitive parts of her anatomy. Whimpering, Colby felt herself opening up to Jessie s touch, those long,
talented fingers prodding and pushing. Entering her, slowly at first and then faster and harder until she
found herself screaming Jessie s name over and over and over again. When it was over, they lay huddled
together, Jessie cradling a sleeping Colby, protecting her from the night.
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Chapter 11
Monday, March 16th
 Morning.
Jessie groaned the greeting out loud as she stretched muscles stiff from a deep dreamless sleep. Turning
over with a smile, she lazily peeled away the soiled bed clothes which clung like a second skin to her hot,
sweaty body. She had woken multiple times throughout the night hungry for another taste of Colby and
found the other woman more than accommodating.
Colby considered Jessie s choice of a word versus the usual two before replying,  You didn t use a
qualifier. Is it a good morning or not?
 It s most definitely a good morning, Jessie sighed happily as she pulled Colby s naked body up close to
her own, hands moving downwards to grope the other woman s tight, compact ass, teeth sinking into the
smooth, soft skin of her neck.
 I missed us more than you could know, Colby.
Colby stroked Jessie s tussled brown hair back from her brow,  I felt how much you missed me with
every thrust of your fingers last night. You fucked me over good. What am I to you, Jessie? Your sex toy?
Jessie frowned a little,  I thought I was making love to you.
 Somehow fuckin and love has always been the same thing to you. So, I guess last night has to be close
enough for me.
Jessie s frown deepened,  Are you saying my skills in bed aren t so good? You weren t complaining last
night when I made you come again. You were screaming my fuckin name out loud for Christ s sake.
 You re bed skills are fine, baby girl, Colby retorted.  It is your romance skills that stink. I told you. I
didn t want it to be like this with you chained to the bedpost. Granted, it may be one big turn on for you
but I wanted more than some mindless fuck. Shit, Jessie, I can get that from any crack whore. I wanted to
sweep you off your feet. I wanted it to be special.
Jessie s grin spread across her kiss bruised lips.  Oh grow up! You want special? Compared to the
stinkin back rooms and alleys where you ve been screwing toothless hookers in for the last few years
this is practically the friggin Ritz.
 That s the thing with you, Jessie, you re happy if life is just good enough to satisfy you, never mind
anybody else. The truth is you ve always been a goddamned selfish little bitch. Marty loved you. I loved
you, but we & I was never good enough for you, was I? We could have had something real together, you
and me. And you know what else? The Ritz doesn t even exist anymore. It s the Taj now. You can t even
muster a fantasy romance never mind the real thing.
 Well, fuck you too, Colby. What do you know about the real thing? I thought you were better than Marty.
You re just the same underneath. Just another cold, mean, drunken bastard, like he was. You never
understood how tough it was for Jane and me. You never even tried to find out. After I stopped hoping
you'd come rescue me, I nurtured a long, strong hatred for you over the endless hours I spent strapped to a
mattress in a padded cell. God only knows why I even fucked you. Jessie mumbled at her own
realization, "I must be coming off my meds hard."
Jessie released her hold on Colby with a rough shove and retreated to the far end of the bed. She curled
tight into a ball with her back to the other woman. Colby sat up on her side of the bed. Her head spun with
the action. Unnerved, she reached out instinctively with a hand to steady herself on the nightstand.
The wood was real, heavy oak. It matched the bed and the dresser. But when she moved her fingers away,
she noticed there was no dust. The thought troubled her but she found herself fast losing focus when the
pounding headache behind her eyes doubled time with the strain of her thoughts.
 I gotta piss, she announced out loud for no real reason to Jessie s back.
There was no reply. Colby pushed up from the bed. She staggered balancing her dead weight on skinny
mosquito legs. The bedpost was close enough to grab and she reached for it. She needed a lifeline on
which she could brace her unwieldy body before attempting to take another step forward.
 Colby, what the shit?
 I m okay. Give me a minute, her voice sounded muffled in her own head.  Re-entry is always a bitch.
When Jessie didn t venture a reply, Colby used the welcomed silence to practice a step. Her left leg held [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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