Bearclaw Valley Come out, come out...

"you're older than me," merrick shrugged. "it means nothing about your looks." and hers were impeccable so far as the brash boy could see. she piqued his interest in other ways, however, evidenced by the deep shiver of excitement that briefly lifted his redcream hackles.
"what do you want for them?" here was the moment to make a trade; they were bonded in a specific and mutual lust. it was not one he wished to renege upon.