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“Us, this? I missed you,” she brushed her lips across his. “It feels so good to be able to say it.”

He moved her long hair aside. “I like when you say it,” he said in reference to her hair. “I like your hair like this. It’s longer.”

“It’s a weave,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I like it,” he smiled.

She scooted in close and he was able to again nestle his face against her large breasts.

“Did I pass the test?” she asked as she stroked the back of his head. He kissed between her breasts.

“Yes, darling, you passed the first test,” he said and continued to kiss her breast.

“There will be more test? Won’t they?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. He lifted the sheet and looked at his flaccid cock. “But looks like I failed you Huh?”

“No silly, you didn’t. It was good. The best.”

“Not the best. I’ll show you the best, in about, ah,” he checked his watch. “Twenty minutes.”

She chuckled.

“How does this work? What do we do now?”

“Whatever we want” He told her squeezing her left buttock. He’d make love until his heart stopped. He’d been dreaming about this day for so long.

“I’m in the witness protection program Tarek. I can’t just walk away,” she said.

“Of course you can. And you will. Fly away with me,” he replied.

She didn’t look convinced. He understood. “Tell me about your life in this town. What do you do?”

“I’m Clarissa Wilson and I’m from Florida. I was raised in foster care and I have no family. I do little old white ladies’ hair, and I’m thinking of joining the church choir.”

Tarek laughed.

She hit him playfully. “It’s a sweet job. I have this client named Millie. She wants to hook me up with her nephew.”

He stopped smiling. He looked at her and listened intensely.

“He’s deployed in Afghanistan. He’s a part of Special Ops and really handsome.”

“Are you trying to make me jealous or get this man killed?”

“I’m just saying that life didn’t completely stop for me. I’ve had offers.”

“Lucky for them you turned them down,” he said.

“Life here was quiet, and lonely.” She said and settled down into his arms giving him the opportunity to hold her.

“Kassidy?”

“Mmm?”

“When was the last time you spoke to the Garcia's?”

“Huh?” she asked.

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