Zora liked the way Sarah’s mind worked. Breasts still unencumbered Sarah quickly retrieved a slip of paper and jotted a note that she had gone out and would back later. She signed it Cuddles Ivy. Zora rearranged the pillows the best she could while Sarah put her shirt back on sans bra. They walked back into the humid air, Zora wetter with anticipation than she could remember ever being. She had yet to be touched in an intimate fashion by Sarah, but something told her that was about to change.
Turning her car’s ignition, Zora inquired, “Cuddles Ivy?”
“Cuddles is my nickname and the Ivy is where I am hid the house keys,” Sarah said, buckling up. “When I was little and one of my parents would leave the spare key for me, they would use my nickname and wherever the key could be found.”
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