Della
looked down at Clark's sleek head gently stroking his hair. Her
breath
began coming in gasps; she closed her eyes enjoying to the full, the
deliciousness of that stolen moment.
Clark released the yearning, straining, crimson tit-bits, bringing his
lips up against Della's dewy, parted, honey mouth. " ow about it now,
baby, he whispered, "have you still got any doubts?"
"Please stop asking me to marry you! Are you doing all this to lower my
sales resistance?"
"Gosh, Della, .....
(Snip; SOLDIERS ADVANCE
by HAROLD BARTON
| You're
welcome. My muse has been waked. |
