All by myself. It's Standard
Operating Procedure, ma'am; get 'em all wet and wound up and then lick 'em 'till
they holler 'stop, please stop, I've had enough'."
For a moment Andrea's face was somewhat stern, then her small smile became a
small grin and she snickered. The snicker became a giggle, then an outright
laugh.
"I'll bet that last part can take a while sometimes."
"Yeah," said Cade. He shrugged. "Some women never seem to wind down. Can't
tell you how many times I've damned near sprained my tongue trying to get to a
woman's very last one."
Laughing again, Andrea said, "Tenacity. I like that."
"Great. If you aren't going to tell me what happened or at least get as
naked as I am any time soon, I think I'll head for a hot shower."
"A shower might help those bruises. I'm getting to the answer, Ed."
"So what happened to me?"
"You triggered the release of a retrovirus. All women like Mandi have a
small special gland that produces the stuff."
"Converted women, too?"
"Yes. We develop the same gland."
"So when I nibble you off I'll get another dose. What then?"
Shaking her head, Andrea said, "Nothing then.
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