One Night Only (227 page)

“So
,
d
o
yo
u
thin
k
abou
t
T
revo
r
whe
n
yo
u
si
t
here
?
Or mul
l
ove
r
you
r
health
?
O
r
abou
t
Danny?
”

Gin
a
too
k
a
dee
p
breat
h
an
d
shrugged
.
“Stuff,
”
she
said
.
“
I
hav
e
plent
y
o
f
stuf
f
t
o
thin
k
about.
”

“Stuf
f
lik
e
what?
”
aske
d
Poll
y
.

Gin
a
fel
t
a
smil
e
cree
p
ove
r
he
r
mouth
.
Befor
e
sh
e
knew it
,
sh
e
wa
s
grinnin
g
lik
e
a
baske
t
o
f
chips
.
Poll
y
smile
d
too
.
Sh
e
kne
w
exactl
y
wha
t
Gin
a
wa
s
thinkin
g
of
.

“
Y
o
u
dirt
y
we
e
bitch,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
“Thre
e
month
s
on
an
d
yo
u
ar
e
stil
l
thinkin
g
o
f
you
r
Jacuzz
i
sessio
n
with Marco
!
I
t
mus
t
hav
e
bee
n
blood
y
good
!
I
don
’
t
thin
k
I’ve
eve
r
ha
d
suc
h
a
memorabl
e
sex
y
momen
t
tha
t
coul
d
make
m
e
smil
e
o
r
eve
n
recal
l
thre
e
month
s
later!
”

“Believ
e
me
,
i
t
wa
s
s
o
good,
”
sai
d
Gina
.
Sh
e
sa
t
u
p
in he
r
chai
r
an
d
dre
w
he
r
leg
s
underneat
h
he
r
.
“An
d
you hav
e
n
o
ide
a
ho
w
muc
h
tha
t
memor
y
ha
s
helpe
d
m
e
get
throug
h
th
e
pas
t
twelv
e
weeks
,
Poll
y
.
Whe
n
I
wa
s
lyin
g
in
the
hospital,
once
I
knew
that
Danny
was
okay
and
that
I
ha
d
m
y
injurie
s
wel
l
beaten
,
I
woul
d
drif
t
of
f
t
o
Marco
’
s
littl
e
roo
m
an
d
imagin
e
hi
s
brown
,
muscula
r
glistening
bod
y
ru
b
agains
t
m
y
ski
n
a
s
h
e
sippe
d
champagn
e
beside
m
e
i
n
thos
e
bubbles.
”
Sh
e
close
d
he
r
eye
s
an
d
too
k
a
deep breath
,
the
n
le
t
ou
t
a
dee
p
“
Aaaaah!
”

Poll
y
wa
s
delighted
.
Sh
e
ha
d
though
t
Gin
a
wa
s
sulking an
d
feelin
g
sorr
y
fo
r
hersel
f
a
s
sh
e
sa
t
a
t
he
r
windo
w
but instea
d
sh
e
wa
s
savourin
g
swee
t
memorie
s
o
f
he
r
sexual liaiso
n
wit
h
a
handsom
e
stranger
!

“D
o
yo
u
eve
r
wonde
r
wha
t
h
e
though
t
whe
n
h
e
woke u
p
afte
r
you
r
maratho
n
an
d
yo
u
wer
e
gone?
”
aske
d
Poll
y
.
Bein
g
a
bi
t
o
f
a
softie
,
sh
e
ofte
n
worrie
d
i
f
Marc
o
fel
t
used b
y
Gina
’
s
W
as
h
an
d
G
o
styl
e
se
x
session
.
I
f
i
t
ha
d
bee
n
the othe
r
wa
y
round
,
the
y
woul
d
al
l
hav
e
bee
n
disgusted
.

“O
f
cours
e
I
do,
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“
I
pictur
e
i
t
i
n
m
y
head al
l
th
e
time
.
I
hop
e
h
e
didn
’
t
thin
k
I
wa
s
som
e
fly-by-night
slu
t
wh
o
bed-hop
s
wit
h
ever
y
ma
n
sh
e
bum
s
a
cigarette off
.
Bu
t
.
.
.
I
thin
k
h
e
kne
w
tha
t
I
neede
d
t
o
fin
d
some
sor
t
o
f
releas
e
an
d
fee
l
goo
d
abou
t
mysel
f
again
.
W
ith thos
e
goo
d
looks
,
I
hav
e
n
o
doub
t
bu
t
tha
t
h
e
ha
d
another
gir
l
o
n
hi
s
ar
m
befor
e
w
e
eve
n
lef
t
th
e
village.
”

Poll
y
shoo
k
he
r
hea
d
wit
h
a
smile
.
“
Y
o
u
d
o
mak
e
me
laugh
!
I
wonde
r
wha
t
he
’
s
doin
g
no
w
.
D
o
yo
u
thin
k
he woul
d
remembe
r
yo
u
i
f
you
r
path
s
eve
r
crosse
d
again?
”