Minutes later she poured hot black coffee from the ceramic pot. "Black?" she asked, turning to face him.
"That's fine," he answered, trying to think of something to say to her, something that would relieve the tension he felt both in his mind and between his thighs.
"Come on," she said, breaking the momentary silence. "I've got to wash all this makeup off, and I don't want to leave you even for a minute."
Sammy obeyed and followed her through the bedroom to the large white bathroom that she had decorated with prints of movie stars. He stood quietly, looking at the prints while she turned the water on in the basin.
"Have a seat," she said gaily, pointing to the toilet with a dramatic gesture.
Sammy grinned and sat down, feeling awkward at being in her bathroom while she was there.
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