There was despair in that cry, and submission, and, unmistakably, exultation.
***
A few minutes later, Willis fired the bike up as Amy came downstairs in a red kerchief halter without a bra and pencil thin jeans. She was pulling a short leather coat on and zipped it up as she approached. He bent and turned to pull the passenger foot pegs down.
I was hoping youd wear leather again, she said, climbing aboard. Those pants make me want to strip bare assed naked and get right down on my knees to hug you, just to rub my boobs on that leather.
Im partial to kneeling women, Willis said, looking for some irony, or at least some complaint about the semi-rape he had just performed on her, but she showed none of that. She seemed more amused than anything.
Especially when theyre crying,
