Jean-Claude's voice in my head again, He will be damned if you cannot bring him back. Jean-Claude screamed through my head, Anita, help me! He'd used my real name, and his desperation cut through me like a knife. Is she right? The three of them exchanged glances, then Claudia answered, Yes. Anita, can you hear me? Are you in there? Was I in there? It seemed like too hard a question for me.
But this wasn't about the ardeur. Hurry, Richard said, and there was strain in that one word. The movement raised my skirt up high enough to flash every last inch of the lace tops of my thigh-high hose. I held him off of me by an arm's length, my fingers curled around his throat.
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