“Come here, little one.” “I want to go back.” He hoped she stood there arguing for a time. “Obey your husband.” She wrinkled her nose. “It’s broad daylight.” “ Keemah , come.” Growing tired of just looking when he could… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“There’s a time and a place for everything, and this isn’t it.” “No?” He ran a hand under her blouse. “I say it is a very good time.” She jerked when his fingers scaled her ribs. “That tickles.” Without warning… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
