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Pleasure Principle

Sassy winced as a twig dug into her back. Paul mistook her gasp of pain for pleasure and deepened his kiss.

She gripped his hair and wrenched his head back. “Hey, you don’t have to swallow my tongue!”

“Sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“That’s better,” Sassy hissed and pulled him close to her again.

They were rolling onto the lawn now, past the hydrangea bushes, in danger of crushing the prized rose patch when the unmistakable sound of sirens reached them.

“Oh, crap. I already have a record. I can’t get arrested, I can’t get arrested!” Paul leaped up, pushing Sassy aside.

“What’s your problem, Paul! It’s not like you have any drugs on you or anything,” Sassy laughed, as she sat up and began pulling twigs out of her curls.

Paul laughed nervously. “I, uh, really should get going. It’s kind of late.”

Just as he was turning to leave, an iron fist grabbed his wrist.

“Just where do you think you’re going, baby? You still owe me.”

Just then a policeman pulled up. “What seems to be the problem, civilians?

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