Chapter Eight
Learning to Love It
Blubbering and shuddering, he blinked the tears clear.
Goddess Rachel was walking around him. Her gait was a kind of lazy, supremely gratified strut; that big c**k waggled and jutted. Reaching a shelf, she picked up a pack of cigarettes. She tamped them against her palm and unwrapped it. Withdrawing one, she leaned against the shelf and faced him. Sweat darkened her singlet, molding it even more enticingly to her.
“Another long-missed pleasure,” Goddess grinned, ripping a match from a book. “Outside of war, I only indulge after orgasm. And I only bought these yesterday in anticipation. They were a temptation while I waited for you at the cemetery, believe me.”
She struck the match, lit and puffed, shook it out. She eyed him with rueful approval again.
