Oberon
Two out of three became three out of five. Four out of seven. After a while, we stopped keeping track.
I was certain Willow Baylor, country girl, and, I’d learned, law enforcement officer back on Earth, was the perfect female.
country girl,That discovery had come hours ago. Now I tried to keep my mind focused on the game we played, rather than all the ways I wanted to touch her. Kiss her. Taste her.
The row of cards she’d placed face up in the center of the table, as well as the large stack of something she called chips next to it, had her laughing. She called this game poke her. Poking who, I wasn’t sure. Nor had I figured out what these colored betting chips had to do with physical assault. I waited and played the game, assumed at some point the poking part would come into eff
