To–to do a thing like that for me. You want to look at them?”
I thought for a second. Each little stroke was a fraction more than the earlier one, and each opened her a slight bit deeper and wider. It’s kind of creepy, but it shows that you would do really anything to please me. And we planned a second one. Oh, I want you!”
Melissa tugged on my hand and drew me into my bedroom. Melissa shook her head. We had exhausted each other with our hands and lips, but I pointed out to her that it would look bad for her to actually spend the night with me (and sleeping beside her might revive both our appetites too much). And just I was about to admit that I was making the whole thing up, she started to talk. (Family resemblance would not have helped, since Melissa took after her mother.)
As it happened, my not knowing who she was made her father look on me more favorably as somebody to go out with his daughter. The day before I was to leave, she came over
