Sleep With Me [antikvár]

ONE Richard The day our child was conceived, someone else arrived. She was there as the cells fused, like a ghost. We had fucked, my love and I, moments before going out to dinner. In a hasty, clothes-off scramble as we changed, we had colUded for the sake of romance, aware that we didn't have time, and that the best sex occurred with self-imposed urgency. We spent twenty minutes laughing, protesting, tripping over gussets, bellowing curses at the inevitable gathering lateness. How pleased we were with ourselves as we glanced sly-eyed at each other in the taxi, one snorting and hushing the other while we called mid-journey to Ue about our lateness. 'I'm fiiU of you,' said LeHa. I twitched. Though limp and spent, I felt myself stirring again. I saw swarms of tadpoley cells diving through crevices. I didn't know which one would swim fastest, like a little medal-winner. The taxi came to a halt outside the house, and we bundled in, StiU sex-dazed. We were rudely late. I worried that my skin would smeU of her as I kissed our hostess, Catrin. I could still taste her scent in my nose. Catrin's boyfriend