Twenty-Six Years Ago - Klempner
Don’t push it….
Don’t weird her out….
I head for the hotel, check out the bar, and she’s there. Her newspaper on the bar, she sits reading, pen in hand, tapping at the paper.
“Weighing up the stocks?”
She startles and looks up, then smiles. “Actually no. I was just doing the crossword, but I’m stuck.”
“What’s the clue?”
“Eleven letters. The hand of freedom. M, something, n and eight somethings.”
“Can I get you something, sir?”
“Gin and tonic, and whatever Mitch is drinking…. Manumission.”
She frowns. “What?”
“The hand of freedom. Manumission.”
*****
It’s so good.
I lie back in sweat-soaked sheets, my chest heaving, gasping for breath. She’s straddling me, my c**k still deep inside her. “Back in a minute,” she smiles, swinging away from me and h
