"You know I love you, man. But I'm with Anita now."Anne growled at herself.
She corrected it silently. She really hated it when he called her "Anita". It was the one thing he did that really got under her skin. It sounded lazy and boring, as if he couldn't be bothered to say her full name.
"Have you asked her?" Benny wanted to know.
Anne's ears pricked up, and her hand still clamped around her p***y. She stopped rubbing as she listened. "Asked me what? Anne told herself.
"Man, it's still early." Johnny hedged.
Anne pulled back and leaned against the wall, out of sight. She could tell from the rustle of the sofa cushions that he was uncomfortable with the conversation because he was moving as if to get away from it. He did the same thing with her whenever she wanted to talk about somet
