Oh, please, don’t take forever, Mike please! She gave up her silent prayer. I’ve waited much too long!
Mike crept in the backdoor, realizing that he had no idea where Randi would be in the big house. He should have sent her to her room. But maybe that was too juvenile; she was a woman, after all, and needed to act like one. This was a relationship of adults, not a horny man and the teenage girl next door.
Mike’s immediate dilemma was short-lived when he found Randi in the living room, sitting almost primly in one of her Aunt’s old easy chairs. Her breathing was already a bit labored, her chest heaving as she sought to keep her emotions in check. He appreciated the effort.
He stared around the room, getting his bearings and deciding what to do next, then, looked directly at the shivering
