She had dreamed of him too, but in the wildest way. She never saw his face in the dream clearly because it was blurry, and now seeing this reminded her of everything. She smiled like someone ready to taste salvation—physically and sexually.
Anna left the window and walked up to the mirror to adjust herself. She looked at her reflection, feeling an unusual peace. She smiled. A knock came.
"Anna," it was her uncle's voice.
Anna rushed to remove the vibrator she had left on the bed. She used a wipe to clean her release from it. Arnold had no idea of her fantasies—her woman wants. He still sees her as a kid who knows nothing of the world of s*x, but he forgets she's 21, and she's a strong-ass woman.
"I'm coming," she said, arranging the bed, making sure he wouldn't suspect she ha
