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skirt. “Don’t be so sure. My youngest son is nineteen. It just so happens that Dames of the Dead is one of his favorites.”
    â€œI…” I flexed my thigh under her hand and she squeezed again. Then her thin hand slid higher and she squeezed my upper thigh. I felt a warm trickle of fluid in the crotch of my sensible black cotton panties. I closed my eyes, then opened them. Her hand was still there. I was not hallucinating.
    â€œDarla, they’ll eat you…alive!” she recited.
    â€œThat’s Baby Cathy’s line!” I said, excited and shocked. She wasn’t just bullshitting me. She had seen the movie.
    Jannie nodded and leaned in closer. When she leaned in, her breasts pushed up high in her tight black dress. Her cleavage seemed a mile deep and I fought the mental image of sliding my
tongue along the seam of flesh, burrowing my tongue into that cleavage and then finding a sweet blush-colored nipple to taste.
    â€œI told you. Chuckie has watched that movie about a billion times, and I’ve watched it at least a dozen times. It’s hard not to. The birthday cake scene is the best.”
    â€œEew!” I laughed, though. A birthday cake adorned with flaming fingers instead of candles was a hard image to shake. Almost as hard as Jannie Blair’s naked thighs in The Sun Sets Blood Red in 1977. Or her shower scene in My Deadly Darling at the end of her career. When Jenson Belmar fucked her blue in the shower as Kelly Dubois kneeled in front of her. It was not only a killer zombie movie, but that was a killer threeway scene, one of the first, and she had been in it. I had always wondered about her after that scene.
    Turbulence rocked us and I thought that was bad, so soon into the flight. Not good at all. “Jesus.”
    â€œYou don’t like to fly?” Her breath was hot along my neck and for a moment I forgot about the turbulence and just wanted to kiss her.
    â€œNot so much. Not a big fan, actually. But business is business and I’m flying out to scout a location in New York and…” I shrugged.
    â€œMy hometown.” She said the words right against my earlobe and the vibration meandered down my belly to my pussy. I shifted in the cramped airplane seat and felt the seat belt rub my belly in a not unpleasant way.
    I cleared my throat and reminded myself who this woman was. Jannie Blair was not interested in me. I was suffering from delusions of grandeur. She was one of the premier slasher sirens. She had screamed with the best of them and had made blood and terror sexy. She had thoroughly earned her name, the Scream Queen. I shifted. “Have you been to Rico’s? That’s what
I’m looking at. We’re shooting a huge vampire smack down in Rico’s. The stonework and gargoyles are amazing. At least from the photos I’ve seen.”
    â€œThey are.” The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she leaned in and nipped my ear. I gave a little cry and her hand moved just a fraction of an inch higher on my leg.
    â€œOh. Good. I…” I what? I had no idea. My brain had shortcircuited and my body had hijacked all sensation. My heart was banging restlessly and my pulse jumped in my neck. I shook my head because I felt dizzy and the plane jumped, making it that much worse.
    â€œI like your skirt. It’s what a real woman would wear,” she said. Her breath smelled like chocolate.
    â€œI’m sorry?”
    â€œOh. Don’t be.” She laughed at her own joke and the crow’s feet at the corners of her big blue eyes deepened. There was something sexy about how they made her bright blue eyes even brighter. “What I mean is, I watch all these professional women walking around dressed like teenagers. This is beyond sexy, this skirt. And it shows off your hips.”
    Yeah. My hips. I wasn’t too crazy about my hips. But I was starting to think the whole shower scene had been fairly accurate.