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.She was there in an instant, sliding close, naked under a thin silk nightgown.She took my hand and ran it across her stomach, up over her breasts, up the thin curve of her neck.Opening her mouth, she slipped my fingers into it and started licking them.I took the hand away and caressed her face, her shoulders, her arms.Neither of us talked, although when we'd been lovers in Europe, years before, we'd always said things and made lots of noise.But tonight needed to be different.We weren't here as lovers but as two longtime friends who loved each other and had had the luck to share a wonderful night together.We fucked in silence, trying not to make even the slightest sound.The secrecy made it hotter, more exciting.When we were finished and the early light lit the floor, she lay half across my stomach, her breath tickling my chest.Loving the feel of her there, I whispered, "I wish I'd been that guy in Westport."She lifted her head and grinned."Really? You wish you'd been my first?""Not so much that.I don't know if I would've done it any better.But I would have.gone swimming with you.I wouldn't have let you go so easily."She touched her head to my chest and slowly got up.Standing, she tried to find where the armholes were in the knotted tangle of her nightgown.Her hair was fluffed and flying out in all directions and she looked as beautiful as I had ever seen her.Giving up on the nightgown, she threw it over her shoulder and sat down again on the bed.I took her hand."Will you always be my friend, Sasha?""I promise.""Even if we don't do this again?""We think differently about it.I could be happily married for twenty years and still have no hesitation about going to bed with you.I love you, Weber.I sleep with the people I love.""What would you say to your husband?""I don't know.Maybe nothing."Leaving the room with the gown held carelessly in front of her, she was a Bonnard painting: faint pink, cream, curves, a small backward wave goodbye.I caught Dominic and his wife, Mickey, getting out of their car."What the hell are you doing, Weber, _filming_ this? Wait a minute!" He stood up, ran his hands through his hair, and straightened his Hawaiian shirt."Is this a shirt or what? Mickey got it for me.Okay, now you can roll 'em."We started around to the back of the house where the others were.Page 100ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"What's with the camera?""I'm trying to get used to using one again.""You're going to film the party?""Part of it."Some American must have invented barbecues.I know mankind has been grilling meat over a fire for tens of thousands of years, but Americans made it into a religion.For all the words they wrote about my pictures, no film critic ever noticed how in every one of them I stuck in a barbecue somewhere.Even in _Babyskin_ it is the American visitor who shows the old people how to do it"right," thus unwittingly bringing on their fall.Meals cooked in the open, food eaten with the fingers, smoke, grease.Paper plates, loud voices; if you don't have a napkin use the back of your hand.Even if it's only family, things are louder and more raucous usually, freer.People get sexy or they drink too much; they cry.After introductions were made and everyone had a drink, Wyatt suggested we play Time Bomb, the game he'd invented and made famous on his show.I got paper and pencils while Sasha took people's orders for how they wanted their steaks done.Dominic and Max were so fast and clever with their answers that none of us had a chance after the first round.I was the second to "blow up," which was fine because all I really wanted to do was film the exchange between the two men: Max weakly curved into the pillows of his wheelchair, Dominic up on the edge of his seat like a football center about to snap the ball.They were still at it by the time the medium rares were served and Sasha was forking the mediums off the fire.Wyatt said they should call it a draw and both men agreed."You're the first guy I ever played that game with who knew what he was doing, Max.""You should see him play at rehearsals." Sean waved a piece of bread to make her point.Dominic looked at me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She was there in an instant, sliding close, naked under a thin silk nightgown.She took my hand and ran it across her stomach, up over her breasts, up the thin curve of her neck.Opening her mouth, she slipped my fingers into it and started licking them.I took the hand away and caressed her face, her shoulders, her arms.Neither of us talked, although when we'd been lovers in Europe, years before, we'd always said things and made lots of noise.But tonight needed to be different.We weren't here as lovers but as two longtime friends who loved each other and had had the luck to share a wonderful night together.We fucked in silence, trying not to make even the slightest sound.The secrecy made it hotter, more exciting.When we were finished and the early light lit the floor, she lay half across my stomach, her breath tickling my chest.Loving the feel of her there, I whispered, "I wish I'd been that guy in Westport."She lifted her head and grinned."Really? You wish you'd been my first?""Not so much that.I don't know if I would've done it any better.But I would have.gone swimming with you.I wouldn't have let you go so easily."She touched her head to my chest and slowly got up.Standing, she tried to find where the armholes were in the knotted tangle of her nightgown.Her hair was fluffed and flying out in all directions and she looked as beautiful as I had ever seen her.Giving up on the nightgown, she threw it over her shoulder and sat down again on the bed.I took her hand."Will you always be my friend, Sasha?""I promise.""Even if we don't do this again?""We think differently about it.I could be happily married for twenty years and still have no hesitation about going to bed with you.I love you, Weber.I sleep with the people I love.""What would you say to your husband?""I don't know.Maybe nothing."Leaving the room with the gown held carelessly in front of her, she was a Bonnard painting: faint pink, cream, curves, a small backward wave goodbye.I caught Dominic and his wife, Mickey, getting out of their car."What the hell are you doing, Weber, _filming_ this? Wait a minute!" He stood up, ran his hands through his hair, and straightened his Hawaiian shirt."Is this a shirt or what? Mickey got it for me.Okay, now you can roll 'em."We started around to the back of the house where the others were.Page 100ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"What's with the camera?""I'm trying to get used to using one again.""You're going to film the party?""Part of it."Some American must have invented barbecues.I know mankind has been grilling meat over a fire for tens of thousands of years, but Americans made it into a religion.For all the words they wrote about my pictures, no film critic ever noticed how in every one of them I stuck in a barbecue somewhere.Even in _Babyskin_ it is the American visitor who shows the old people how to do it"right," thus unwittingly bringing on their fall.Meals cooked in the open, food eaten with the fingers, smoke, grease.Paper plates, loud voices; if you don't have a napkin use the back of your hand.Even if it's only family, things are louder and more raucous usually, freer.People get sexy or they drink too much; they cry.After introductions were made and everyone had a drink, Wyatt suggested we play Time Bomb, the game he'd invented and made famous on his show.I got paper and pencils while Sasha took people's orders for how they wanted their steaks done.Dominic and Max were so fast and clever with their answers that none of us had a chance after the first round.I was the second to "blow up," which was fine because all I really wanted to do was film the exchange between the two men: Max weakly curved into the pillows of his wheelchair, Dominic up on the edge of his seat like a football center about to snap the ball.They were still at it by the time the medium rares were served and Sasha was forking the mediums off the fire.Wyatt said they should call it a draw and both men agreed."You're the first guy I ever played that game with who knew what he was doing, Max.""You should see him play at rehearsals." Sean waved a piece of bread to make her point.Dominic looked at me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]