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''You sure you want to do this?" he asked. "You're going to ruin your clothes." |
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"No I'm not," she replied, unzipping and stepping out of her skirt. |
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Cyrus sighed. "What do you think you're doing?" |
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"Why are you whispering? There's nobody here." Kyna reached over and tugged on his belt. "Come on, get undressed." |
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"Look, Kyna. I'm just a country boy. I play a little tennis, take a little target practice . . ." |
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"A real wolf in sheep's clothing, huh?" |
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" . . . I vote Republican and pay my taxes on time. I'm not sure I'm ready for this." |
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She dropped her blouse on the front seat, then stepped out of her stockings and unhooked her bra. "Then it's time you loosened up a little. Come on, Russ, I promise not to look." |
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He looked around one more timepraying for a ranger or a jogger. Even a lost Girl Scout would do. Then, with a sigh big enough to blow out a forest fire, he began unbuttoning his shirt. |
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Kyna wadded up her clothing, tossed them in the trunk and removed the blanket she had borrowed from the motel. |
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"What's that for?" he asked, sure he didn't really want to know. |
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He stripped down to his underwear and socks. The desert night was cool and brought a rash of gooseflesh to his shoulders and arms. When he was completely nude, he folded his things, placed them in the trunk and stood in front of Kyna with his hands cupped over his groin. |
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He rolled his eyes and tried to relax. |
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"Would you mind waiting in the car?" he asked. |
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"Why?" She saw he was getting an erection and giggled. "Oh!" |
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The whole thing looked stupid and hopeless until the top of the moon cleared the hills to the east and Cyrus felt the feath- |
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