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reached and asked if she could go deeper. Casey quickly become convinced that she could. Perversely, she liked his measuring technique. Motivating her inner competitiveness, he had given her a visual red target she could attempt to surpass.
    Her eyes glowed as she fixed on his splendour. Far from being uncomfortable on her knees before him, whether in the shower or some other location, she cherished his masculine projection. A quiver would wash over her body every time he uncovered it and offered it to her. A silly eagerness descended on her, and she felt her own sex tingle in response.
     
    Casey’s own needs slipped down the ladder a little. However, she did not mind. Although Rob might sit and read a great deal in the evenings, Casey found he had an appetite in the bedroom which was invigorating and contagious. Her night times with Rob were a vast improvement on the lonely ones spent on her own in her old apartment. Moving in with Rob brought definite advantages, except on weekends, when he did not appear to be interested in her to the extent she wished. She had believed, prior to moving in with him, that he did not work on the weekends. However, his work ethic did not diminish according to the days of the week; it merely focused on other activities.
    Rob went out on the weekends, but it was to exercise his body rather than his mind. On Saturdays he played squash with companions whom he named for Casey’s benefit and then left them as invisible personages. Early Sunday mornings he went for a run around the neighbouring streets and wooded areas. When he re-appeared from those excursions, he was sweaty, and Casey found he became youthful in appearance. The t-shirts and jogging bottoms mellowed his features and transformed him into the man that she had come to yearn for and admire.
     
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    Returning from his squash match that Saturday morning, Rob found her on the garden bench. Casey did not hear him approach, as she was lost in thought. Sitting next to her, Rob asked her if anything was wrong.
    “Nothing,” she said with a shrug.
    “No, I think there is something bothering you,” he persisted.
    “Did you win?” she asked, deflecting him.
    “Yes, I generally do against Graham.”
    “Not much fun, winning all the time.”
    “I analyse his weaknesses and concentrate on them,” he said matter-of-factly.
    “That easy? Picking out the weak spots and targeting them. Wow, why had I never thought of that?” she said sarcastically.
    “I ask again, what is wrong?” asked Rob, returning to his original question.
    “Nothing,” she reiterated.
    “I don’t accept that statement.”
    “Whatever,” she said with a second dismissive shrug.
    There were a few things Casey could get away with saying, but ‘whatever’ was not one of them. She blurted the word out as a red light of warning to Rob. She knew it meant her manners were slipping and her sulkiness was being put on display. She was hiding from him, and she was not allowed to hide. ‘Whatever’ meant she had forgotten the importance of being mindful of him.
    His hand reached out and took a firm grip on her upper arm. He dragged her towards him, and at the same time, he positioned her downwards. Casey immediately recognised his intention; she was being drawn over his lap.
    “Oh, no!” she hollered.
    “No?” queried Rob.
    “Not here!” She pushed away from him.
    “Yes, here.”
    “The neighbours…”
    “Can’t see, now move.” His voice thickened with his sterner tone.
    “No!” She slid away, using her bottom on the smooth wooden bench. The grip on her arm remained tight, and the other hand moved to the back of her neck.
    “No?” he questioned. “Casey, you understand if you want me to stop, you know what you have to say.”
    He was referring to her special word. The one he would obey, but it would mean a breach of trust between them, and the consequences were daunting. If she said that word, he would honour it, but its broadcasting would