Peyton's Pleasure (103 page)

“
Nothin
g
,
rea
l
l
y
.
J
ust
th
i
nking th
a
t
y
ou
’
r
e
too
g
o
od
to
be
t
r
ue
a
nd th
er
e h
a
s
to
b
e a
ca
t
c
h
s
o
m
e
wh
er
e
in
this…”
S
he
m
a
de a motion
with h
e
r
h
a
nd.
“
This
re
l
a
tion
s
hip,
f
or
l
ac
k of
a
b
e
tt
e
r
w
o
r
d.”

“
W
h
y
a
r
e
y
ou so
a
g
a
inst th
a
t wo
r
d
?
”
he
a
sk
e
d.

“
I
t
m
ea
ns
so
m
e
thing
m
o
r
e
th
a
n
just
a
c
qu
a
int
a
n
ce
s,”
s
h
e
f
in
a
l
l
y
g
r
ou
s
e
d.

“
S
o, do
y
ou
f
u
c
k
a
ll of
y
our
ac
qu
a
int
a
n
ce
s
?
”
“
No
!
”
S
he
squi
r
m
e
d.

“
L
i
k
e it
or not,
wh
e
n
y
o
u
e
nt
e
r into
a s
e
x
u
a
l
re
l
a
tionship,
it
is
just th
a
t,
a
r
e
l
a
tionship.
Do
e
s
n
’
t
h
a
ve to
b
e p
e
r
m
a
n
e
nt
or
e
v
e
n
lo
n
g
-
t
er
m, but it is st
i
ll a
re
l
a
tionship.”

Pe
y
ton
squi
r
m
e
d
in
h
e
r
s
ea
t.
H
e
w
a
s
g
e
tti
n
g too
good
a
t
this.
S
he n
ee
d
e
d to put a
stop to it now, b
ef
o
r
e
she
e
n
d
e
d
u
p in t
r
oubl
e
.

“
L
ook,
m
a
y
be
sp
e
ndi
n
g
a
ll
m
y
d
a
y
s
o
f
f
t
o
g
e
t
h
e
r
i
sn
’
t
su
c
h
a
g
ood

id
ea
,”
she
b
e
g
a
n.

“
Uh
-
uh,”
he
s
a
id,
s
h
a
king his
h
e
a
d.
“
You
’
r
e
not
g
e
tti
n
g out
of
it. You
a
g
r
e
e
d.
I
’
m not l
e
tting
y
ou
g
o b
a
c
k on
y
our
wo
r
d.”

S
he
li
c
k
e
d h
e
r
lips
a
nd l
o
ok
e
d out of
the
side
win
d
ow.

“
A
r
e
y
ou t
r
y
i
n
g
to t
e
ll
m
e
y
o
u
’r
e
g
e
tting
too
a
tt
ac
h
e
d to m
e
?
”
Pe
y
ton j
er
k
e
d h
e
r
h
ea
d
b
ac
k
ar
ound.
“
No
!
”

“
Th
e
n wh
a
t is the
p
r
ob
l
e
m
?
”
he
a
sk
e
d.

“
J
ust
thinking
th
a
t
it
’
s
r
is
k
y to
s
p
e
nd
so
m
u
c
h
time
tog
e
th
e
r outside
of
the
b
e
d
r
oom.”

“
W
e
ll,
I
’
m
a
ll
f
or
h
e
a
ding b
a
c
k
to
the
b
e
d
r
oom
a
s
soon
a
s
we
g
e
t b
ac
k.”
H
e
w
a
gg
e
d his
e
y
e
b
r
ows
a
t h
e
r
.

S
he
c
ouldn
’
t
h
e
lp
but
l
a
u
g
h
a
t
his
c
r
a
z
y
a
nti
c
s.
He
k
e
pt
h
e
r

g
u
e
ssi
n
g
.
S
he
r
e
l
a
x
e
d
a
nd
told
h
er
s
e
lf
th
a
t
e
v
e
r
y
thi
n
g
w
a
s
und
e
r
c
ont
r
ol.
S
he
w
a
sn
’
t
g
e
tting
too
a
tt
ac
h
e
d.
S
he
c
o
uld
l
ea
ve
r
i
g
ht
now
a
nd not miss
a
n
y
thi
n
g
b
u
t th
a
t pillow
-
top b
e
d.

* * * *

R
y
k
e
r
c
ould
a
lmost
h
e
a
r
the
w
h
ee
ls
tu
r
ni
n
g in
h
e
r
h
e
a
d
a
s
she look
e
d
out
the
p
a
ss
e
n
g
e
r
side
window.
S
he
w
a
s
t
r
y
i
n
g to
c
onvin
c
e h
er
s
e
lf
t
h
a
t
th
er
e
w
a
s
n
othing
b
e
t
w
ee
n
th
e
m
b
ut
s
e
x
.
Al
rea
d
y s
h
e s
ee
m
e
d
a
t
e
a
se
ar
ound
him
e
x
ce
pt wh
e
n
she
st
ar
t
e
d thinking too