"Where?"

"Kiss my feet," I whispered. "Kiss the backs of my legs?"

"Yes."

Would Bobby come looking for me if I stayed away too long?

"Are you thinking about it?" he said.

I moaned a little into the phone. I was fingering myself like crazy. "Then you'd put it inside me?" I said.

"Yes."

"Would you let me get used to it first, before I called him?"

"If you want."

"When?"

"Tomorrow," he said.

"I thought you were busy?"

"I want you now." He said it, plain as day.

"Bobby's still home."

"Are you seeing him tomorrow?"

"At night," I whispered. "He has to go see his family tomorrow."

"I'll...