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Just as he was about to agree to it, he heard Eli blurt out, "Well, that sounds like the name of someone who picks up garbage for a living." Sean fell silent. "Do you think that I'm garbage?" He said sharply. "I meant 'Gillian', doesn't that sound like a street sweeper's name?" Eli asked in reply. Sean realized that he was overthinking it. Eli's words about the name 'Gillian' were just a throwaway remark, without any deeper meaning behind it. "How about Shanie Wayne?" asked Eli, pondering again. Sean stared fixedly at her. Eli shuddered when she realized the name sounded like some kind of prostitute, and said, "No, that's not good."

Warm flesh, firm but yielding, and now her rising perfume: the scent of desire and sex. From the water, Elizabeth is watching. Over Michael's shoulder her jewelled eyes follow my hand as I stroke Charlotte. Slipping a hand between her knees, I ease her a little further open. In the pool, lower down as she is, Elizabeth shifts and cranes, trying to see what I am doing, Michael becoming aware that something is happening behind him.

I raised her legs upward, pushing them back until her knees nearly touched the bed frame, spreading her wide open as I drove deeper. I didn’t hold back. All she screamed was— “Yes! Yes! Yes, Richard… fuck me harder!” She amazed me. The way she screamed and begged for more pain was shocking. Elizabeth was everything a man could want in bed—passionate, skilled, and eager—but I had never imagined she was this wild.