Chapter Nine
A Flash of Gold
Willis did, in fact, pee without Sarah. Afterwards, he found Amy standing at the kitchen sink, watching their visitors in the back yard through the window. He put his arms around her from behind and kissed her sweat dampened neck. His erection slotted neatly into the crease of her buttocks, a residual effect of going down on Sarah.
“I hope you washed your hands,” she said, dryly.
“Of course I did,” he said, cupping her breasts. “I wonder if it’s possible to hang you from these.” Squeezing to show what these were.
“That better be a rhetorical question.”
“For the moment.”
“Hoist me by my own petard?”
“Something like that.”
She smiled. “Everything okay with Sarah?” she asked.
“I like her.”
“Really?” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I’m
