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Braden
was just finishing up the crust of his first piece when she wiped
her lips with a paper towel, pushed her chair back and dropped down
under the kitchen table.
    Caught in the act of downing a heft
swig of foamy beer, Braden could do little but squawk in
indignation as she crawled over and began tugging at the zipper of
his jeans.
    “ Ah-ah-ah.”
    “ No?” She popped up,
looking disappointed.
    “ You seem to forget who’s
in charge around here. Besides, you might need your strength for
later.”
    “ What? Hah.”
    “ One last meal for the
condemned woman.”
    He pulled her out from under the table
and pointed at the chair opposite. Pouting, she went back to her
place.
    Leaving his penis sticking out for her
to see through the clear plastic top of his modern kitchenette
suite, Braden tucked into another slice of pizza, which was
delightfully salty and with a thin, crispy crust that was done to
perfection.
    She watched, licking her lips still,
and when she caught her breath she began eating again.
     
     
    Scene Three

     
    Braden put the lid down on the pizza
box as there were still three or four slices left. He shoved it to
the back of the counter. His pants were done up again.
    Heather was running some hot water
into the stainless kitchen sink, adding soap and putting the two
plates, the only dishes they had made, into the water.
    As she bent slightly to wash them,
Braden bumped up close behind her, his arm snaking around to caress
her right nipple. His other hand went down to finger her through a
gap in the crotch area, finding her warm and wet already. He
reached around and undid her shorts. They dropped to the floor and
she stepped out of them. Braden nudged them aside with a
toe.
    “ I sense trouble.” Her
voice was chipper and yet serene.
    Looking up, she examined the
surrounding yards. Braden undid the fastenings on her silk halter
top and flung the thing to one side, where it trembled on the edge
of the abyss for a moment and then dropped from the counter to the
kitchen floor.
    The dim reflection in the glass was
all she had to go on. She carefully picked up a dish, reveling in
the feel of his strong middle finger in her pussy, with other
fingers stroking and stimulating in the area of the clitoris…his
other hand rolling her nipple as he came up close to her ear and
nibbled on the lobe, hot breath making goose bumps rise all up and
down her.
    She put the dish in the
rack.
    “ One down.” She fished
around in the bottom of the sink under the suds and located the
other dish.
    There was no one at a window or out in
a backyard. She watched the reflection of his dark hand on her pale
breast as she lovingly washed the second plate, gasping with
pleasure. With a quick rinse under the tap, she put it in place in
the dish rack.
    “ Two down.”
    She turned the plug but left it in
place to strain out bits of food. The water gurgled in exit
mode.
    She wrung out the fuzzy green dish
scrubber and put it on the special drainer thingy he had there for
it as he worked his magic.
    He let her go momentarily and she
turned around, still pressed back by his nearness and imminent
intentions. He wrapped his arms around her, and leaned in as she
closed her eyes and enjoyed his attentions. The sound of a car door
and dogs barking somewhere only made it the more sweet.
    Her hands were strong enough, and she
kept pulling on the back of his head. The kisses were everything to
her just then. He dropped a hand and fingered her some more, with
Heather gasping and fighting for breath against his foraging
tongue, as he explored every cubic millimetre of her mouth and
lips, face and neck. She loved the feel of his tongue in her ear,
and groveled against the probing of his hard finger.
    “ Do you know what Braden’s Shock Treatment means?”
    She shrugged faintly and kissed him
some more.
    “ Who cares? It will be
wonderful.” She bit her lip and they gazed at each other, the air
laden with promises unspoken but about to be