Dragoncrest Cliffs we'll be at orale by 3 pm friday.

She felt the familiarity in their movements, her turn away from him, his roll onto his back. She remembered other males from younger days, remembered their jubilant, stupid faces afterwards. She did not want to open her eyes and see Cayetano grinning at her like a fool. He was merely a distraction from the doldrums of her life, nothing more.

She snorted at his words. Give me another century to recover and maybe we can go again. I'm too old for this.

I didn't hear you complain.

What's to complain about? Every male is the same as any other. You all think you're gods. You're only mortal. She kept her eyes closed. Maybe now that you've had your fun, you'll take your yapping elsewhere. That's right. Shove him away, like you've shoved away everyone else. He doesn't know it yet, but he'll thank you for it later.