Layers – Chapter 1 Page 7
Greg stood by Paula as she made the phone calls. She spoke exclusively in Russian, and he was quite sure that although he didn’t understand a word, she was communicating in quite a few different dialects. When she finished, she put her arms around him, pressed her body hard against him. Her kiss forced him to open his mouth, as her tongue flayed warmly back and forth on his. He loosened up, and became extremely aroused.
They made out like that for nearly a minute at the corner of Seventy First Street and First Avenue. She abruptly stopped, and gave him that disarming smile of hers.
“Come, honey. We have to go visit a friend in Brooklyn. My car is parked just down the street”.
She took him by the hand, resting her face upon his shoulder, and they strode slowly down the block. Greg’s doubts about her true motives had suddenly vanished. He trusted her once more, and just wanted to be alone with her, to make love to her again.
Her automobile, a brand new grey Toyota Avalon, hid it’s interior luxuriousness quite well. So nondescript from the outside, a princesses palace within. As he buckled his seat belt and closed the front passenger door, she teasingly ran her right hand up and down his left thigh, before starting the ignition and maneuvering her way out of her very tight parking spot.
“Who’s in Brooklyn?”, Greg asked, as she headed downtown.
“A man, he happens to be a distant relative, who was with you a large part of the night. He said he might be able to shed some light over the situation, but didn’t want to speak much over the phone”.
He was more than a little surprised when she turned on the the audio system, and an old Grateful Dead CD began to play. “Sugar Magnolia”, an old favorite of his was blasting over the expensive sound system. She began to sway slowly to the music, acting if not looking like a hippie from the sixties. It was quite a strange scene to behold, Greg thought to himself.
“Don’t tell me you like the Dead”, Greg told Paula.
“Actually, sweetheart, I’m a ’still in the closet’ Deadhead”, she replied, that smile beginning to emerge once again.
“Is it too loud for you, honey?”, Paula asked, glancing momentarily at him.
“No, it’s fine by me”, he replied.
Greg felt like putty in her hands. She was totally irresistible, he was thinking to himself. And there was no doubt in his mind that she knew the effect she had on men all too well.
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