Lion Head Mesa thirty-seventh

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Oh, sweet heavenly Jesus, Mary and Joseph. She was done for.
Absolute toast. A puddle, even, melting beneath the heat of his breath, the huskiness of the whisper. She had not the remaining inhibitions to feel any ounce of control nor regret. A whine trills from her throat, and dilated saucer-eyes stare up at him as if to say if you do not fuck me right after this guy leaves us alone I might explode.
Loopy, loopy, loopy— oh, right, there's a kind of important conversation happening here.
An airy, strangely girlish giggle, a raise of eyebrows, and then; Taltos, she coos the alias with a raised lilt. he just called your daughter a peasant girl. I feel like if somebody says that, it automatically implies some shiftiness goin' on.
A yawn, followed by an additional, I would know. My dad was a warlord. He called people that all the time.