“You’ve had s*x,” Angelica replied, as if she needed to spell out what was clearly obvious.
“Yes, I suppose so. . . ” Aimee could barely speak.
“Come here, dear.” Angelica had popped up off the settee and was once again pulling her charge along, this time toward the rumpled mass of sheets on the big four-posted bed. “We’ll be more comfortable here.” Aimee slumped to the mattress as she was told, with Angelica curled in next to her and gently kissing her face. “So pretty you are, especially like this.”
With the wine finally loosening its grasp, Aimee slowly came to her senses and she began to think more clearly. “Shouldn’t I . . . uh, reciprocate?” she tentatively offered.
“Aw, you’ll get plenty of opportunity to do me. Right now, I think you need your rest.”
“But I don’t want to rest
