11 NoraNora pushed on the sole window in her studio apartment, opening it wider. She lit a smoke. A cool breeze stroked her cheeks and she heard the brazen meow of a cat in heat.
Poor kitty.
But lucky her. She might be totally wired at oh-dawn-thirty on a Monday morning, but she wasn’t screaming with horniness.
She’d kissed her grandmother goodbye in Pendleton on Saturday afternoon. Reached Kent’s log house before sunset.
He’d loved her new boots. Especially when that was all she had on.
He’d loved her. Good and hard.
Every molecule of her body was rejoicing. Stretching out her legs so she could see her feet, she admired the design swirling across the pink leather. A fine investment.
Sexier than the bedroom slippers she usually wore with her sleep-alone outfit, baggy sweatpants and
