Peyton's Pleasure (8 page)

“
I
’
d
s
a
y we
know
e
a
c
h
o
th
e
r
a
little
b
e
tt
er
,
woul
d
n
’
t
y
ou
?
”
he
s
a
id in a
d
ee
p,
r
o
u
g
h voi
c
e
.

“
Um,
y
e
a
h.
I
gu
e
ss
w
e
do.”

“
Good.
I
’
ll
s
e
e
y
ou
n
e
x
t w
ee
k
e
nd
.
”
He
l
ea
n
e
d
down
a
nd
p
re
ss
e
d
a
r
ou
g
h kiss to h
e
r
mouth
a
nd tu
r
ning
w
a
lk
e
d o
ff
.

A
f
e
w s
e
c
onds
l
a
t
e
r
,
P
e
y
ton
h
ear
d
a
moto
r
c
y
c
le
s
t
ar
t
up
a
nd
r
o
ar
o
ff
.
W
e
ll,
d
a
mn.
S
he
ju
s
t mi
g
ht
h
a
ve
f
ound
the
a
nsw
e
r
to
h
e
r
p
r
a
y
e
r
s.
S
he sw
a
llow
e
d
h
a
r
d
a
nd
c
limb
e
d
into
h
e
r
c
a
r
.
H
e
r p
a
nts
w
er
e just
a
s w
e
t
a
s
his
j
ea
ns
h
a
d
b
ee
n
.
S
he wond
ere
d
wh
a
t
he
t
hou
g
ht
a
bout
r
idi
n
g home
like
th
a
t.
S
he
su
r
e
a
s h
e
ll didn
’
t mind.

* * * *

R
y
k
e
r
pull
e
d
up
outside
his
re
nt
e
d
c
ondo
a
nd
k
ill
e
d
the
e
n
g
i
n
e
. He took
o
f
f his
h
e
lm
e
t
a
nd
smil
e
d.
He h
a
dn
’
t
c
o
me in
his
j
ea
ns
sin
c
e h
e’
d b
e
e
n
a
vi
r
g
in some
tw
e
n
t
y
y
ea
r
s
b
ef
o
r
e
. H
e
’
d
b
ee
n
r
i
g
ht, she
w
a
s
a
ll
wom
a
n
a
nd
not
af
r
a
id
to
show
it.
His
kind of
wom
a
n.
R
y
k
e
r
c
limb
e
d
o
f
f t
h
e bike
a
n
d
unlo
c
k
e
d
the
doo
r
.
H
e n
ee
d
e
d
a show
e
r
.
C
onsid
er
ing
h
e
w
a
s
h
a
r
d
a
g
a
in,
he
mi
g
ht
n
ee
d
to
m
a
ke
it
a
c
old show
er
.

The
c
ondo
c
onsist
e
d
of
a
l
a
r
g
e
op
e
n
f
loor
pl
a
n
with
the
kit
c
h
e
n
a
nd
living
a
r
ea
s
s
e
p
a
r
a
t
e
d
fr
om
the
b
e
d
r
oom
a
nd
m
a
st
e
r
b
a
th.
T
h
e b
e
d
r
oom
w
a
s
l
a
r
g
e
e
no
u
g
h
to
hold
a
king
-
si
z
e b
e
d,
d
re
ss
er
,
a
nd
c
h
e
st of
d
ra
w
e
r
s,
a
s
w
e
ll
a
s
a
sm
a
ll
sit
t
ing
ar
e
a
.
The
m
a
st
e
r
b
a
th
h
e
ld
a
J
ac
u
z
z
i
a
nd
a
v
e
r
y
l
a
r
g
e
w
a
lk
-
in
show
e
r
c
ompos
e
d
of
stone
a
nd
g
l
a
ss blo
c
ks. H
e’
d p
re
t
t
y
m
u
c
h
re
nt
e
d it
f
or
the
b
a
t
h
r
oom
a
lon
e
. A
f
t
e
r living
in
ra
t
hol
e
s
f
o
r
mu
c
h
of
his
li
fe
,
R
y
k
e
r
lik
e
d
a
little
lu
x
u
r
y
a
n
d
, to him, this w
a
s it.

He s
e
t
t
h
e
w
a
t
e
r
t
e
mp
e
ra
tu
r
e
to
luk
e
w
ar
m
a
nd
st
e
pp
e
d
in.
He
c
ouldn
’
t
g
e
t
P
e
y
ton
out
of
his
h
ea
d,
thou
g
h,
a
nd
it
w
a
sn
’
t
long b
ef
o
r
e he
w
a
s
h
o
r
n
y
a
ll
ov
e
r
a
g
a
in.
H
e
r
f
i
e
r
y
re
d
h
a
ir
w
ould
p
r
ob
a
b
l
y
r
e
ac
h just
p
a
st
h
e
r should
er
s
wh
e
n
not
pull
e
d
b
ac
k
in
a po
n
y
t
a
il.
S
k
y
-
blue
e
y
e
s,
the
c
olor
o
f
sp
r
i
n
g
,
d
ar
k
e
n
e
d
wh
e
n
she
w
a
s
a
r
ous
e
d.
S
he stood
a little ov
e
r
f
ive
f
ee
t
f
o
u
r
in
c
h
e
s
sin
c
e
h
e
r
h
ea
d
c
a
me to
his
c
hin.
S
he would
be
c
onsid
e
r
e
d
h
e
a
v
y
b
y some
st
a
nd
a
r
ds,
but
he
p
r
e
f
er
r
e
d
his wom
e
n
c
u
r
v
y
a
nd plush. He
lik
e
d som
e
thing
to h
o
ld on to du
r
ing
s
e
x
.