Okay ... love you too.”Her purse was still in the car, a testament to the truth that she was seriously distraught.It took her twenty-two minutes but the last of those was in the elevator to the ninth floor.The receptionist just waved her down the hall. “He’s dying, Carlton, well, maybe,” she said, sagging into the chair across from him even before he could come around to her.He pulled up the other chair in front of his desk and took her hand in his.“Okay, tell me,” he said.“It’s like your friend, the warden, said, he’s in the infirmary. He’s bad hurt, bleeding in the brain. The doctor, who did see me, said no visitors, none for a while still,” she said.“A fight, right?” he said.“Yes, a stupid fight. You remember that special picture of me that he wanted and that I sent him?“Yes, of course,” he said.“Well, some other prisoner, grabbed it from him and he tried to get it back, and well, the other guy was not only bigger, he also had friends. They damn near beat him to death, Carlton,”. When he had unloosened the last one, he rolled the blouse over the curve of one of her shoulders and kissed passionately over her hot skin there. Ashlee moaned as the blouse fell even further down her arms. Greg stopped kissing long enough to pull the blouse off of her, then he continued kissing her neck, but she felt the trace of his fingers down her stomach, over her belly button and down to the button on her pants. Ashlee could not wait until he had them undone and the zipper down.Ashlee felt his fingers fumble with the button of her pants until she felt it finally pop loose. As he continued to kiss, now a little further down her neck, almost between her cleavage, she felt him slide the zipper down and the fold of the front of her pants open. Slowly, Ashlee felt the tug of her pants and the waistline of them slide over her hips. Her bikini panty was exposed and she could feel the air of the kitchen cool the wet spot that had formed between them. Then she felt the curl of them down.
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