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specialty shop. Probably where she picked that number up, anyway.
     
     
    From around the corner she said, “I don’t hear that pen scratching.”
     
     
    Her ears are better than...well, just about anybody’s.
     
     
    So, okay, but I think her ploy is backfiring. I muttered, “I feel a lot more like Vesuvious now than I did before.” I unzipped my pants, to see the state of the volcano.
     
     
    Oh. Don’t even judge me. You can’t begin to understand the pricktease I’m living with. And clothes? Who made that shit up in the first place? Some prude bitch, no doubt. I was born naked, and made to be naked. You can’t tell me different.
     
     
    Inhale, Mark. Don’t get worked up. I keep telling myself that, but--my cock is steel rod hard, achingly so. That’s what she does to me.
     
     
    Definitely holding back an eruption. Man, I had to ease the pain. Wrapping my hand around myself, I leaned back, closed my eyes, pictured Amber in that damn cat suit.
     
     
    One stroke. Two.
     
     
    “Oh, I don’t think so.” She startled me out of my reverie. “Zip that up and get busy.”
     
     
    “I was getting busy,” I growled like a peevish child. I’m not always immature--just when she does shit like that. I like the tease, the holding back, but at some point you gotta get cranky. I should’ve beat off before she got home. I should’ve just tossed her down.
     
     
    I think she read my mind. Her eyelids narrowed. Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned against the wall--on the far side of the room, pursing her lips. She asked, “Ya think?”
     
     
    I got the message. She wasn’t leaving, and I wasn’t relieving.
     
     
    Not liking that, I pissed again, “I don’t know what to write.”
     
     
    Now, I should probably get this straight, up front. I’m not a whiner. But... fuck ...she has me so frustrated, I can’t stand it. To tell you the truth, it pisses me off when I hear it in my voice.
     
     
    I think she likes pushing me, which is why I try real hard to keep a grip on things.
     
     
    “I know what will cool your ardor.” She suggested with a straight face, “Write about Frank. Or better yet, write about your brother.”
     
     
    That did it. I could feel my manhood shrink instantly.
     
     
    “Better yet, write about that day we met. That would pretty much have to include all three of us, wouldn’t it?”
     
     
    “Well, if I start with choking that guy.” Yes. Choking was on my mind. One good grip, that’s all I needed. Damn, I wish she’d come closer. I had a feeling that was a crotchless setup. She couldn’t be so cruel as to lock her ‘precious’ up in an entry-proof teaser, could she?
     
     
    “Works for me.”
     
     
    Next thing I knew, she was gone again. I had to blink and retrace. What worked for her?
     
     
    I heard the icemaker. It didn’t take me a second to picture what was going on in the kitchen--I could see her--throat arched backward, face tipped to the ceiling, the early evening light coming through the window over the sink--all in that cat suit--icing her nipples through the lace, trying to stay cool.
     
     
    She thinks the A/C’s on the fritz. The truth is I turned it on low, hoping she’d be hot enough to get undressed and sweaty, that maybe my pheromones would get to her. Natural wolf cologne, some say, is hard to resist.
     
     
    So far she seems to be ignoring both me and the heat, pretty well, too. In fact, Amber’s got me by the balls that way. The more she turns her back, the faster I follow--and try to head her off. I don’t really know what she wants out of me, besides writing in the damn diary.
     
     
    Sighing loudly from the other room, she said, “Mark.”
     
     
    I picked up the pen, clicked the tip hard and opened the bastard.
     
     
    Really surprising me, she intoned, “Don’t do it if you don’t want to. I won’t force you.” Then she groaned to herself, muttering, “Gaia knows I can’t force you to express your