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January '96
Please Cain
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Sam tried not to trail snow, but the stuff was everywhere, and some
inevitably tumbled in as the door opened. He flicked at it with the
toe of his shoe before he closed up again, but he was too damned
beat to give it much of an effort. The hallway flickered under dim
candle-lanterns; the only other light shone through the open doorway
of the bathroom, down the hall.
"Therese?" he called while he hung his cap on the hook.
"Hi, baby," she greeted him from within the bathroom. "Tough day,
honey?"
He sighed. "Three hours from LaGuardia. Can you believe it?" He
turned to hang his overcoat.
"Aw, poor baby, I know. Harold already called an hour ago. He
says he'll understand if you can't make it till late tomorrow."
Sam buzzed his lips in disgust. "Harold'll be lucky if he sees me at
all this week."
"Is it still coming down?"
"Oh yeah." He stomped again for emphasis, then bent over to
remove a shoe.
"So, I'm going to have you around a while to do some housework?"
"Yeah." He stooped for the other one. "Looks like."
"Don't worry, I'll keep you busy." As he removed it, her bare foot
stepped onto a piece of slush on the floor before him. Her red-
painted toes flared as she smashed it. Lips touched his bald spot.
"You've been neglecting your houseduties, you know."
His gaze travelled up naked legs. Therese stood before him in a
piece of lingerie he had never seen, a scanty merrywidow, the same
bright shade as her toenails and lips. She was beautiful, the way
her long black hair curled over her tiny shoulders and the red straps.
Her eyes and lips smiled slyly.
"Hope nothing's wrong," she chuckled. Ambushed, he only shook
his head with a stupid grin, and stared down into her deep, brown
eyes. His thumbs circled her erect nipples through the lace.
"Good," she snickered again. "The furnace is working." She pulled
his zipper down. "The fridge is stocked." She slid her hand in. "We
don't have to leave the house for a few days." Therese leaned
forward and kissed him, pulled out his erection. "Let's go make
babies, shall we, Mr. Biancalana?" She turned and led him by his
cock, eying him over her shoulder.
"Yes, Mrs. Biancalana," he replied, and followed her upstairs.
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January '96
Please Cain
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