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    "black choking \npanic coursing through his body.", 
    "through his hair, grasping two handfuls and kissing him back", 
    "wraps my ponytail around his wrist and tugs", 
    "you, you know that. But not right now. Not \nwith an", 
    "my bikini \ntop off and toss it casually onto Christian", 
    "Mia triumphantly holds it aloft, grin- \nning from", 
    "contact with him. His lips \ncurl up in a small,", 
    "on down \na short corridor and through a door at", 
    "two words? Willingly I comply and his hands", 
    "and down to my thighs, his thumbs skimming my", 
    "My hands fist in his hair as my hips \nswing and sway,", 
    "In fact I look odd with my top on. I sigh inwardly, my spirits sinking. I \nthought Christian would", 
    "in shorts \nand a black polo shirt. \n\n\n\n3V55 1 \n\nChristian", 
    "motorboat, \nand I dutifully put it on. Why am I", 
    "want to hurt you. You \nshould know that by now. Just . . . just don", 
    "into his mouth. I blink \nrapidly ... a vision of him in his tux and", 
    "up now! Christian \nshifts uncomfortably in his chair as I", 
    "Christian almost shouts at him and broodingly", 
    "I know Christian is still smarting from his", 
    "my dark thoughts and my bikini top faux \npas.", 
    "for global warming. \nI pick up my gin and drain", 
    "main salon, along a narrow corridor, through", 
    "grasps my chin, pulling slightly so that I stop biting my lip and runs his \nthumb along my", 
    "to his touch \nwith a rhythm of my own, but I cannot", 
    "want to stop him ... I want ... I want ... oh \nno, oh no . . . this is too . . .", 
    "around him, again and again, round and round,", 
    "I storm out of our cabin, bolt upstairs and out on", 
    "in my hair. I wrap my arms \naround him, holding him", 
    "his pupils dilating with alarm. \n\nHoly shit! What", 
    "grins, looking far too knowing. Will I always", 
    "starts. Is this a Latin rhythm? Christian grins down \nat", 
    "low again and plants a swift kiss on my lips.", 
    "ago. But I know this is his \nway of apologizing and making", 
    "unconsciously mirroring his actions. Pulling my", 
    "asks. \n\nOh, Christian, I could watch you for hours.", 
    "I stroll arm in arm with Christian through", 
    "marks. It also cost around thirty thousand", 
    "in his \nlap. I want to crawl into his lap and hold him, and I would, if it", 
    "fully forward, I plant a kiss on his lips, surprising him.", 
    "call from Christian. \nOh, my poor, pathologically", 
    "Christian swallows and \nruns a hand through his hair, and", 
    "him, giggling and pushing both of his hands away, but", 
    "invading my mouth, taking not giving, his kiss", 
    "through his hair, fisting my hands, holding \ntight.", 
    "and arms around him, cradling and holding him hard against", 
    "thought, climbing and building so I am awash with", 
    "and 1 want this. I want this so much ... for him and for", 
    "you unconditionally, to support you in your goals and", 
    "murmurs, his thumb catching and dispatching a stray", 
    "two of us in our post tickling, postcoital, post", 
    "Hall of Mirrors and Christian is standing", 
    "Sliding forward, Christi- \nan wraps his arms around", 
    "his call, brimming \nwith my own joy. \n\nI think Christian", 
    "not to touch him, not to disturb him. Hmm ... I could just", 
    "My blood chills. Who could want to harm Christian? My mind gnaws at this", 
    "had an opportunity to \ntalk to Christian most of", 
    "in this kind of \nmood. Now that I think about it,", 
    "my mood. I pick at my food. Christian said I was \nfat", 
    "at Christian. \n\nWhat? \n\nChristian is singing softly to", 
    "to Christian who is now standing, staring out through", 
    "about this at all. Oh, my \npoor, poor Fifty. I want to laugh at both him and", 
    "Christian sighs long and hard and rubs his", 
    "is closing on us. \n\nI slow right down, ignoring Christian", 
    "Christian sounds \nanxious again. I zoom past", 
    "Christian shouts, pointing to a parking lot on", 
    "My craving spirals out of control at his words,", 
    "going to do this, in a public parking lot. I quickly scan", 
    "in a \npublic lot! This is so hot! Christian shifts", 
    "to climb back in. Strolling quickly around to", 
    "my hand to his lips and plants a cool kiss \non my", 
    "says, smiling warmly at us. \n\nChristian puts his arm around", 
    "a fraction too long. I mirror his flush and Christian", 
    "light. I stand gazing at him, \nanticipation running thick and", 
    "says calmly, pointing with his chin. Turn- \ning,", 
    "springs to mind. Holy cow. A butt plug. \nChristian runs it down", 
    "plug again, tugging it slowly, pulling it out and pushing it back in.", 
    "again and again, falling, falling, spinning, pulsing around and \naround", 
    "woman is still singing. Christian always puts songs on", 
    "ring, a plain platinum \nband matching my own.", 
    "his shirt and I put it on, wrapping it around", 
    "That woman is coming back again. My subconscious", 
    "I still find shouty Christian \nintimidating. Poor", 
    "I \nshould discuss this with him tonight. \n\nSitting back in my chair, I start my final", 
    "to \ngo and confront him in his study, but as I do", 
    "I gasp, putting my hand to my mouth as an in- \nvoluntary sob", 
    "into his study. Christian is sitting at his", 
    "man consciously \ngazing down and avoiding", 
    "has scruffy short black hair that looks odd and", 
    "winding my braid around his wrist \nand wrapping his arms around", 
    "you could put just about anything in a sandwich, and as long as \nit", 
    "I did a lot of things with Mrs. Robinson. Making out was \nnot", 
    "and without a stitch on, I follow him through", 
    "door and brings in a small tray. Milk jug, sugar bowl, cof-", 
    "his chin thoughtfully as his mind concocts", 
    "to discuss what I am going to do with \nthis company.", 
    "most frustrat- \ning, annoying, contrary man on", 
    "glass of sauvignon blanc, and Christian \nruns a hand through his hair.", 
    "says, sighing, and runs a hand through his \nhair again.", 
    "and try to talk this through with \nhim. \n\nI squint at", 
    "throat, a solitary dia- \nmond glints, matching", 
    "stupid. God, this man is a mass of contradictions. His words from", 
    "Gia is looking at Christian, waiting for him to", 
    "puts his arm around my waist and turns to Gia.", 
    "is a vacuous social x-ray, flitting from charity function to charity function.", 
    "and runs his hand through his hair in agitation.", 
    "back of his hair, scraping my nails into his scalp.", 
    "and starts to hitch up my skirt. I swat his arm. I", 
    "back and forward, \nup and down . . . back and forth . . . hmm. I", 
    "both of my thighs and skims his hands down to my", 
    "thumb from my mouth and trails it \ndown my chin, down my throat,", 
    "and I do, loudly, my orgasm convulsing through my \nbody, and", 
    "to him as my body spirals down from my climax.", 
    "hand up and down my thigh, \nstopping at my stocking tops", 
    "pulling him into my mouth and sucking hard.", 
    "his hips forward, \nthrusting into my mouth. But I don", 
    "of Sunday. I want him badly. I want to watch \nhim", 
    "all \nour arguing today, my frustration with him, his with", 
    "a full day of back-to- \nwork, arguing, and bitch slapping. This is", 
    "a full and frank appraisal. \n\nI hold out my hands and twirl for him.", 
    "warnings about handguns run quickly through my mind. \nHis army training was", 
    "today you said if I was angry with you, I should", 
    "still has a long way to go. Oh, Fifty, Fifty, Fifty.", 
    "want to start my workday in a bad mood. I fold my arms", 
    "1 shrug, not wanting to admit to my irrational", 
    "to do to your ass \nright now. Firing you is not", 
    "knows no bounds. What am I \ngoing to do with you?", 
    "that man. Hannah knocks on my door, distracting", 
    "going to do in a bar any- \nway? Christian is just", 
    "so mad. I cannot think \nwhat to say. Turning away, I walk down", 
    "in his T- \nshirt. Both his pillow and his T-shirt", 
    "for a thousand hours and \nruns his hand through his hair.", 
    "up with him. His gray tank \ntop is damp with his", 
    "I am still fucking mad at you, Anastasia. \nYou", 
    "braid it and wind it into a bun. Fitting diamond studs into my", 
    "want a fight. I was coming to ask you if I could", 
    "why; too \nmuch of this is out of his control including", 
    "him? My poor Fifty was probably frantic, back in", 
    "Do you know how annoying it is to find out my", 
    "I try to mar- \nshal my thoughts. What do I want to say? I think I said it all in my", 
    "stops, lost for words I think, or too afraid to say", 
    "normally so strong, so in control, but without that,", 
    "was mad, and now . . . ? This man, my husband, is so confusing. But this is how I", 
    "Christian murmurs, stopping my thoughts in", 
    "music? \n\nChristian runs his hand from my chin, along my throat, and down my", 
    "brushing his thumb across my clitoris and making", 
    "to build . . . \nChristian shifts, his hand still moving against and in", 
    "back, I moan loudly and Christi- \nan stills his", 
    "blindfold \nand grasps my chin, and I blink up into his scorching", 
    "numb. I want to curl up in a ball and withdraw. I blink, trying to \nhold back my", 
    "his. What am I going to do with this controlling man?", 
    "as I try to absorb this information. Jack brought down", 
    "his hand stilling in \nmy hair. \n\nI frown. Holy cow! Do I do that", 
    "up, I grasp his hand and pull his arm away \nfrom his", 
    "blinks, looks around frantically, and frowns as", 
    "for his touch. I want him. I \nwant him now. 1 want to", 
    "hanging . . . again. \n\nHoly shit. This is not my night. My", 
    "I hold him, drawing in a lungful of air and practically writhing with", 
    "and into his waiting lap and onto his \nwaiting", 
    "slowly, oh so slowly, lifts \nand rocks . . . lifts and rocks. I throw my arms around his", 
    "up, down, up, down. I curl my hands back around his", 
    "and I clutch him tightly, running my hands down his back \nand through his hair.", 
    "still, not wanting to disturb him. \n\nBoy, what an", 
    "that I always think of Chris- \ntian as strong and dominating", 
    "puts his hands on my hips, hooking his thumbs \nthrough", 
    "Christian murmurs sardonically, raising an", 
    "What was that about? I turn \nanxiously toward", 
    "high Manolo Blahniks with straps that look", 
    "charming and kind and warm and funny. I could", 
    "you guys could go for a walk tomorrow morning?", 
    "flash through my mind. Unconsciously, I rub my arm", 
    "whirrs loudly into action, startling us all, and", 
    "all for standing around discussing what Ana did", 
    "of my T-shirt in both hands, slowly pulls it up.", 
    "talking about psychology, mainly. \nIronically, Christian sounds", 
    "us all by standing and pulling his chair back so it", 
    "was doing with Gia? Choosing a ring? Shit! Oh, I", 
    "pulls him into a hug. I can only just catch what", 
    "grins. \n\nA young woman with short dark hair and a", 
    "ogling my husband. Almost. Christian clasps my \nhand and", 
    "around frantically. Mia is at my right, glaring at Blond Giant.", 
    "Oh shit. Christian puts \nhis arm around my waist and", 
    "I gasp in panic, standing in front of him to hold him back. \nShit,", 
    "I can do nothing but follow, his hands holding", 
    "into his pajama bottoms. \nHmm . . . Christian in PJs.", 
    "day flash through my mind . . . Christian hauling", 
    "is digging \ntantalizingly into my soft, willing", 
    "murmurs, sporting a boyish and play- \nful grin.", 
    "frustrating and hot. \n\nWith a groan, Christian", 
    "him tightly, running my hand up and down him.", 
    "on his tip, I swirl it around with my thumb. As", 
    "around his waist. His lips trail from across my jaw to my chin, nip- \nping softly.", 
    "wanting, now waiting. I thought this was go- \ning to", 
    "pulling it \ninto his mouth and tugging hard.", 
    "His hand thrums rhythmically \ndown my back.", 
    "you. \nThat is all. \n\nYours Always \nAx \n\n\n\n3in/55i \n\nAnastasia", 
    "most fascinating \nfunctions. \n\n\nFrom: Anastasia", 
    "Yours in anticipation \nMrs. G. x \n\n\n\nAnastasia (non", 
    "opportunity. Christian is going to go nuts. \nMy subconscious", 
    "rotting in a stinking prison psychiatric facility if it \nwasn", 
    "and casual . . . and hot. His hair \n\n\n\n3?n/55i \n\nis in disarray", 
    "Crap! Crap! Crap! That was \nmy fault. Christian stands", 
    "again, I will cut off all support. Doctors, art school,", 
    "to stay until tomorrow. My flight is at noon,", 
    "furrows his brow and grasps my hand, tracing", 
    "trying to fathom how this man can go from raging control", 
    "you think I might turn away from you, Ana? Why", 
    "into his lap, his front to my back, \nand his hand curls", 
    "I thought \nabout that first night and morning I", 
    "want to wish you happy birthday. \nIs that okay?", 
    "card. \n\n\nTor ad our firsts on your first birthday as my", 
    "Christian in \ncommand and control. How could 1", 
    "night with him. I smirk and grab his toothbrush in", 
    "wall and bringing my body flush \nagainst his.", 
    "swoons, bringing my libido \nback from purdah. I", 
    "with two nursing assistants and says warmly,", 
    "Christian, kinky Christian, romantic Christian, shy Christian . . .", 
    "1-5, 1 subtly put my foot down, \nforcing us both back in our", 
    "sitting around chatting \nand drinking, starting", 
    "from his mouth. \n\nChristian stalks off to find Dr.", 
    "his hand, up and down, rapidly, assaulting both \nthat", 
    "I am lying on my husband, my \nback to his front, both of us on", 
    "of loss and hurt and pain. \nI want to climb into his body and hold him. Anything to stop that look.", 
    "Oh! I almost burst out laughing, but put my hand on Christian", 
    "What about my job? What about SIP? What about \nChristian and", 
    "him. Christian swings him high in his arms and", 
    "My vision morphs into Christian turning away from", 
    "Sound good? \n\nYour loving husband \n\nChristian", 
    "that you drop by. Saw your mom today, too, \nChristian.", 
    "runs a hand \nthrough his hair, pulling at it as", 
    "and sniffs my hair, almost \nknocking both of us", 
    "at him again. Oh, Fifty, Fifty, Fifty . . . what am I going to \ndo with you? I brush my", 
    "to mind. \n\nFor all our firsts on your first birthday as my", 
    "Oh, Christian, you strain all my trust, all my faith . . . and I", 
    "Oh, Fifty. What am I going to do with you? And what", 
    "a patchwork of \ntiny Anastasias in various", 
    "utility room. \nI grab it and scoot upstairs. From", 
    "lock. I know that tomorrow morning Christian will", 
    "I know I will cry, and right now I am so proud of", 
    "kind words. I am \nnot going to cry. I am not going to cry.", 
    "with WSU. \nI thought you would want to know. \n\nChristian", 
    "possibility, and my stomach roils again. 1 think I", 
    "but I can only accomplish that by following his instructions. I grab \nmy", 
    "about fifty- \nfour thousand dollars in my own account. I", 
    "Shit! Shit! Shit! What am I going to say to Christian?", 
    "thoughts. I will fix things with Christian", 
    "pistol at my waist, digging into \nmy back. Who would", 
    "Christian. I turn abruptly, almost colliding with", 
    "car. \n\nThis is for Mia. This is for Mia. I quickly pray,", 
    "Blip. Jack \nfollows through with a swift, vicious kick to my ribs, and my", 
    "crying out in agony, clutching his thigh as his fin-", 
    "it tightly and holding it up against his rough,", 
    "spirals through my body. Thank \nGod, thank God, thank God", 
    "a black cardboard box \nwith Fairmont Olympic", 
    "Christian says, dismissing him. \n\nTaylor nods.", 
    "Christian runs his hand through his hair and", 
    "fact that I want him to \nstay, I know I should try to", 
    "snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic", 
    "a family. Our \nown family. And your child will", 
    "inn/oo 1 \n\nChristian runs his hand through his hair.", 
    "I was un- \nconscious. Christian talking with", 
    "For such a taciturn man, Ray fills \nhis hospital room with his", 
    "Christian holds my hand, brushing his \nthumb across my", 
    "what my mom always \nsays. I said things and did things I", 
    "and into his arms. As I land, pain from my ribs \nshoots through", 
    "through his hair and gaz- \ning down at him. Christian", 
    "roof. It has a porch and a small front yard. It", 
    "both with sandy blond hair, grinning broadly at", 
    "lurching into my throat. 1 know \nChristian was four", 
    "Carrick joins us, putting his arms around us both, and", 
    "I will. Christ knows what Clark will do with that information.", 
    "and mns a \nhand through his hair. I itch to run my", 
    "control it brings. And frankly, your stupid \nstunt", 
    "And I got to thinking about Junior and about how", 
    "furrows his brow and withdraws his hand, fisting it against his chin.", 
    "on thigh-highs with lacy tops and my black Louboutin pumps. A", 
    "mascara and lip gloss for a natural look, and", 
    "in by \nChristmas, although Christian thinks this is optimistic. \n\nHoly cow", 
    "into his hair, and tug hard so my lips \nfind his.", 
    "tasting, calming . . . inflam- \ning. Oh, my man can kiss. \n\n\n\n5nn/55i \n\nI", 
    "His hands splay out on my thighs, and his \nthumbs brush against my", 
    "riding him . . . riding \nhim hard. With his hands around my waist", 
    "I murmur and kiss \nhim lightly on his lips, curling around him", 
    "I can do that stuff. I can do that for him, \nwith him. I can do that for", 
    "my limits. I flush, think- \ning what that could possibly", 
    "small insights into his day, his thoughts, his plans. It", 
    "Sir \n\nI await your instructions. \n\nYours always \nMrs. G x \n\n\nI", 
    "invading his mouth, tasting and savoring him.", 
    "around him, \nmy orgasm going on and on and on. I call out his", 
    "squirming and pushing against Christian", 
    "wanting out of his arms. Grin- \nning, Christian", 
    "looks as hot as usual. What did I do to win \nsuch a", 
    "and quickly \nslip it into my mouth, licking off", 
    "boy is crying inconsolably \nand pointing to", 
    "looks at his hand and holds it out to Christian. Christian", 
    "up, wanting Christian to hold him. Christian grins at", 
    "Mommy to sing, too. Mommy \nsings about an ugly duckling. Mommy", 
    "fathom, \nI find it amusing. Normally this kind of fumbling", 
    "positions in my playroom flash through my mind:", 
    "if you work so hard, what do you do to chill out?", 
    "What do I do to chill out? Sailing, flying, \n\n\n\n535/551 \n\nfucking . . .", 
    "sink into that lip again. \nWhy is that so arousing?", 
    "words sound, coming out of that \nsmart mouth", 
    "I want to flog and fuck this girl in my playroom.", 
    "I am, a fucking ass, sitting in a suburban parking lot in a", 
    "Oh baby, DIY is not my thing. I nod, stifling my \nmirth.", 
    "Miss Kavanagh wants photographs. Publicity stills,", 
    "shifting from foot to foot. \n\nShit. I should go.", 
    "substantial \ntraining. I groan inwardly at all", 
    "Post-Christian, and my first day at work. It has", 
    "in Barbados \nsipping a cool cocktail. I turn on", 
    "my way downstairs and find a young man noisily", 
    "and a card. \n\nCongratulations on your first day at work. \n\nI", 
    "go. Shit, \nChristian is right; how am I going to", 
    "days, my spirits lift a frac- \ntion and I allow", 
    "through first. How am I \ngoing to do this? I hurry into", 
    "way. Tidying my hair so that it hangs artfully \ndown my back, I", 
    "out and, ducking low, runs toward \nus. Shaking hands with Christian,", 
    "want to fight with you, Anastasia. I want you back, and I want you", 
    "A young man with a shock of \nbright blond hair", 
    "caught off guard by my audacity, I think, but", 
    "I flush, and Christian runs his hands through his hair, bristling with", 
    "I stalk off toward him and away from Fifty. Just", 
    "my hands knotting in his hair, pulling it, hard.", 
    "blood that is pounding through my body. My mouth is slack as I try to drag", 
    "hungry, but right now, my stomach is in knots. Sitting across \nfrom", 
    "run through my mind: kidnap, \nworking for him. No, nothing", 
    "Thomas Tallis night drift invitingly through my mind.", 
    "dry. Holy shit. My subconscious nods with satisfaction. If that isn", 
    "know which way your mood is \ngoing to go. It swings from north to south and back again in a", 
    "touch you, and I want to so much to show you how much I", 
    "I am not going to touch you again, not until you", 
    "Hitsif on Am says it far m. \n\nChristian \n\n\nHoly cow. I", 
    "on a glass stand and sitting on what I think is \nChristian", 
    "back- \nground photograph is of Christian and", 
    "an apology, what is it? Oh, Chris- \ntian. \n\nOr is this an invitation? Will", 
    "too much into this. My subconscious nods at", 
    "you. \n\nThank you. \n\nGoodnight. \n\n\nAna xx \n\n\nFrom: Christian", 
    "still so bossy, still so Christian. Will that", 
    "music that says it for you. \n\nA xxx \n\n\nFrom: Christian", 
    "with a hypnotic guitar riff, and I drift \nslowly into", 
    "of Thomas Tallis by Vaughn Williams. Oh, Fifty has a", 
    "mail sparring with \nhim will do that to a girl. I grin at", 
    "has dark \nhair that starkly contrasts with", 
    "do? And a frisson of anticipation runs through my body.", 
    "scorching, panty-combusting look that Christian is giving", 
    "at Taylor who is stoically ignoring us. \n\nShit. What a", 
    "it. I \nam grinning and laughing, too. How could I not", 
    "his stalking knows no bounds, and it dawns on", 
    "but that look, that hungry I-want-you-now look", 
    "than that. I told you I am not going to \ntouch you until you", 
    "still mad that you bought SIP, and now I am mad at you", 
    "playful Chris- \ntian toying with my libido. If only my", 
    "is adamant. \n\nI scowl at him again. I am in a no-win situation", 
    "soft, insipid light from \nmy lamp. \n\nNormally, I", 
    "obviously works out. I could look at him all day.", 
    "swiftly and sharply downward so that my arms", 
    "slowly licks it off. My body lights up \nwith longing.", 
    "combination of cold and his inflaming \ntouch. But my hips start to", 
    "down my body, into my pubic hair, on to my clitoris. I cry out, loudly.", 
    "into a mind-blowing orgasm that stuns all my", 
    "start his \nusual punishing rhythm straight away.", 
    "upright so I am practically sitting on him. His hands", 
    "it wholly \nso that I think of nothing but him. His magic is", 
    "runs a hand through his hair again, radiating frustration as if waging", 
    "with his I-want-you-and-I-want-you-now look. \nFuck ... it", 
    "staring at my mirror, trying to coax my hair into", 
    "Boy. I sound angry. Crap. I am angry. My subconscious", 
    "Christian rubs his hands down his thighs, looking", 
    "in discussion. Christian is talking rapidly to", 
    "and I wrap my arms around him and hug him hard, my", 
    "too badly dropping out. What was your major?", 
    "Christian is sitting on his couch, plowing through what look", 
    "by his familiarity. Christian shows him to", 
    "Christian is still in his study, no doubt \ninvading", 
    "asks, dragging a hand through \nhis hair. \n\nI shrug.", 
    "down slowly, and my lips automatically lift to", 
    "Christian snaps, and Taylor walks briskly across", 
    "grabs both my hands and rolls on to his back.", 
    "spinning \ndown and around, collapsing on top of him.", 
    "southward along his \nhappy, happy trail. His lips part as his", 
    "to match. Thigh-high stockings, too, \nin a natural color, so", 
    "turns as I stand and wait \nawkwardly. \n\nHoly cow! My mouth", 
    "I murmur, far too quickly. \n\nChristian nods to Taylor who", 
    "Snaking his arm around my waist, \nChristian pulls", 
    "half hour in a whirlwind of introductions. I", 
    "I must not drink too \nmuch. I must not drink too much, I", 
    "want to think about that now, though ironi- \ncally, it", 
    "quickly. \n\n\nAUCTION GIFTS AND GRACIOUS DONORS FOR COPING", 
    "an Aston Martin DB7 for a day - Mr, -ft Mrs. L, W, \n\nMora \n\nOil Painting Into", 
    "up at him, blinking through my mask. I just \nwish I could", 
    "at Christian who is, I think, scowling at Mia, and I don", 
    "for four thousand dollars. \n\nChristian is watching", 
    "laughing, \nand Christian smirks at him. From", 
    "know. Frustration . . . too much alcohol . . . worthy", 
    "tugs hard on my hand so that I fall across his lap.", 
    "it to quickly bind my wrists so that my hands", 
    "But I want him too much, and I grind against \nhim, matching him thrust for thrust.", 
    "during our illicit tryst. Christian is tying his bow", 
    "Anastasia, this is John Fly nn . John, Anastasia.", 
    "to say is if you hurt him again, I will find you, lady, and it won", 
    "laughing at your audacity, Mrs. Lincoln. Christian and I", 
    "coursing through my body, and stalk toward", 
    "runs his thumb along my pout- \ning bottom lip.", 
    "and Carrick puts his \narm around my waist and", 
    "in front of him, Christian puts both his arms \naround", 
    "bay, lighting it all in a dazzling canopy of \n\n\nsparkling", 
    "with gasps and ooohs and ahhs. It is \nout of this world. \n\nOn", 
    "stands in front of us, shifting uncomfortably.", 
    "Holy shit. My car! Who would do that? And I know", 
    "run through my mind, but all I \ncan do is stand and wait.", 
    "not going to touch you. I just want to undo your shirt,", 
    "what is it with my loquacious family? Actually", 
    "raising his arms \nand backing away, making it", 
    "I bury my hands in his \nhair, holding him to my mouth, consuming him, my", 
    "sighs and runs a hand through his hair, frowning at", 
    "a small amount of soap on my hand, rub my hands", 
    "Oh, \nChristian! Who did this to you? \n\nHis diaphragm", 
    "And I burst into frill-blown sobs, burying my", 
    "this ... so hurt \nand afraid, Christian ... it wounds", 
    "I cannot contain my jubilation. My subconscious", 
    "Putting my arms around him, I dry his stomach. Our", 
    "and put my arms around him. Gazing at us \nboth in", 
    "around his. \n\nMy subconscious looks on with approval,", 
    "flat out I was anything to do with him, and \nCarrick said", 
    "tall mast. I know nothing about boats, but I \ncan", 
    "points with \nhis chin toward Mac, who is unfurling", 
    "a luck y bitch, my subconscious snaps. But you", 
    "down I know my subconscious is right, but I banish", 
    "Christian grabs my hand and practically drags", 
    "I murmur against his lips as my thumbs rub slow", 
    "His hand trails down to my waist, and 1 glory in", 
    "I shift back, taking him in my hands, and 1 just can", 
    "and kiss him, taking him in my mouth, swirling my", 
    "asks solici- \ntously, and all I can do is grin at him. Is this", 
    "playroom. \n\n\nWhy is this so hard to talk about? I", 
    "ball and dancing with Dr. Flynn and Christian", 
    "with you shortly. I just want a word with Miss", 
    "I fly back downstairs and back into Christian", 
    "my hands on my hips. I am not budging \non this. Who", 
    "holding up both my hands, placating him. Holy fuck", 
    "and runs both his hands through his \nhair. Oh no. Fifty is", 
    "is still \ncoursing through my body. A fight with Fifty is not to", 
    "smiling coyly at Christian. His mouth twists in", 
    "solids. I am practically panting, watching him, his", 
    "stands, and his mouth twists in a triumphant I-so-own-you", 
    "it stings, but \nits crack across my skin sounds", 
    "Christian murmurs. Wrapping an arm around", 
    "must know so much about Fifty, and although", 
    "taciturn, too, giving nothing away. Taylor is waiting in", 
    "going to that Commissioning Fiction Sympo- \nsium in", 
    "Just thought you should know. \n\nAx \n\nAnastasia", 
    "No Bold Shouty Capitals on a Monday Morning!", 
    "off as I am too \nmad at Fifty right now for him to", 
    "My blood starts to boil again. \n\n\nFrom: Anastasia", 
    "want to fight about this. \n\nIf you want to go to", 
    "discuss this tonight? \n\nI am trying to work, and your", 
    "just your imagination, my subconscious snaps. Who", 
    "back of my chair, touching my back. I sit up so I", 
    "and hitching it around his waist, so that I am standing on", 
    "runs his lips down my throat. I moan and wrap my arms around his", 
    "in his hands. My blood is pounding through my", 
    "and a halo of bright, glossy hair. \n\nChristian pulls", 
    "Do I stay? Do I go? Oh, this is so difficult. My subconscious scowls at", 
    "floor. Picking it up, I swat my palm. Ow! It stings. \n\nWhy can", 
    "lid \nis hard and uncompromising against my back.", 
    "slowly, agoniz- \ningly, circling round and round. My back", 
    "down my body and starts to slowly hitch up my satin", 
    "for half an hour of candid discussion with Dr. Flynn, to find out.", 
    "to talk to Christian \nabout that. What would", 
    "I hatch a plan, and my subconscious gloats and nods ap- \nprovingly.", 
    "to you coming out for a quick drink tonight? To", 
    "that Christian is right about him. \n\nI sit down at my", 
    "you crusty and cross. \n\nAna look forwarcf to it. \n\nChristian", 
    "shifting about in my chair. My subconscious", 
    "curb, and Christian climbs out as I approach.", 
    "you look as captivating as you did this morning.", 
    "holding a gun. My sub- \nconscious swoons into a", 
    "hair and starts twirling and fiddling with \nit, pulling and twisting. It", 
    "Christian holds up his hand, signaling to Taylor to stay", 
    "floods hard and fast through my blood, and \nfor a", 
    "from my rising panic at what is unfolding upstairs in \nmy", 
    "back of my mind, my subconscious is shaking", 
    "chatting, trying to lift my spirits, talking about \nBarbados, and", 
    "I swallow, trying to work out what I want to say.", 
    "do you think that? How can \nyou possibly thi nk that?", 
    "sharply with shock. No. No, this is wrong, so wrong and so disturbing.", 
    "not moving, saying nothing. \n\nOh fuck. My poor Fifty. My", 
    "to fight to bring him back, to bring back my Fifty.", 
    "in my throat. No way can I do that. No way \ndo I want that. \n\nAs my thoughts", 
    "floor is hard against my shins, and I dash my", 
    "rid of it. \n\nMy world stops. Oh no. \n\nThis is not what I", 
    "all that whipping \nand caning shit. Oh fuck. I put my", 
    "hurts just trying to think this all through, and", 
    "than half an hour my world stops. \n\nHoly fuck. I", 
    "I am on my own, looking down at this absurd situation, a giggling,", 
    "at him and fist my hands on my hips. \n\nChristian", 
    "s just bring this back to you, Fifty. Trying to \nsound nonchalant, wanting to", 
    "know about caring for a child? This was a woman", 
    "bathroom floor, and 1 am in his lap. 1 put my arms around him and", 
    "tightly, and I finally drift off into a dark and", 
    "if \nI should talk to Dr. Flynn. Would Christian", 
    "want to do this? You can still say no. You can always say no,", 
    "Oh my, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, I sink down on to him.", 
    "and pull \nhim down to my lips so that I can kiss him. I curl my hands around his back.", 
    "as \nI scoop my hair into a ponytail and pull on my black high", 
    "I know your natural inclination is toward nagging, but just stop. \nI", 
    "bought all your photos, and I thought I could", 
    "that I am biting my lip till it hurts. Oh, that man has", 
    "Oh, what I would do for a day on \nmy own, to just think all this through.", 
    "music to think by. \n\nMy mind drifts. Christian", 
    "dazzling light. I am still Icarus, flying too", 
    "about my body, my hard limits, my soft \nlimits, my", 
    "go? Jack is going to go ballistic! \n\n\nI slink back to my", 
    "arranging a birthday party for \nChristian.", 
    "Christian for his \nbirthday? What do you buy", 
    "what Dr. Flynn would say about that? \n\nBut now I know what to", 
    "in today. \n\nAs I wait for him to finish, it occurs to", 
    "And \nyou know what I found, Ana? What was out of", 
    "is pulling strings, milking his contacts, or \ncashing in", 
    "is shallow. I must not faint, \nI must not faint.", 
    "and twist it back, pulling it sharply down \nbackward to his hip.", 
    "into his lap, running his hands up and down \nmy arms,", 
    "Christian runs his hand through his hair and", 
    "planning to do? \n\nI sit and wait. And wait. And wait.", 
    "clinging to him for support, staring up into that", 
    "on him again. \nBut who will I work for now? I frown. I hadn", 
    "I add quickly. \n\nChristian puts his fork down, frowning at", 
    "informing you of my plans for Friday. Fook, I \nwant to", 
    "to walk into his arms, clasping him around his", 
    "Christian murmurs lasciviously. \n\nOh! I flush and snatch my hand back. My", 
    "Christian . . . that works both ways. If you didn", 
    "in his arms, fisting both his hands in my hair and pulling my", 
    "runs his lips up to my jaw, nipping softly. I groan. Oh, I want this man. My", 
    "I want you. I grab his hips firmly, doubling my", 
    "says darkly and twists it again abruptly, so I am", 
    "all about anticipation, Ana. What will I do to you?", 
    "groans, and picks up his rhythm. Moving, moving . . .", 
    "so much to absorb this \nmorning. A ping from my", 
    "outdoors, Anastasia . . . \n\nHow is your day going, baby? \n\nChristian", 
    "quizzically \nat Christian. \n\nChristian shrugs.", 
    "physician, psychologist, and psychia- \ntrist Christian", 
    "long words. I kn ow about all of this. But Flynn \nhasn", 
    "good analogy, but if it \nworks for him for now,", 
    "that magical word again, brimming with possibility. It", 
    "and Christian is still holding my hand. As I", 
    "a music room, a library, a study and, much to my", 
    "hand from his thigh. I flinch in an- \nticipation, but", 
    "puts his hand casually on his own thigh again, and I", 
    "runs his hand \nup and down his thigh, lifts it,", 
    "amazingly and annoyingly managing not to touch", 
    "bright gray. \nParting my lips a fraction I run my", 
    "murmurs softly. Raising my hand to his mouth,", 
    "and I glory in his carnal appraisal. It \njust", 
    "still chatting \naway, totally oblivious. \n\nOh, Christian, what you do to", 
    "my body thrumming with anticipation. Christian \nholds my hand, running his thumb rhythmically across my", 
    "Ana. My subconscious nods with ap- \nproval, but it", 
    "my throat, and I clutch my hand to my mouth. No. I must", 
    "Tango . . . no . . . no . . . \nmy lost boy, truly lost right now. My", 
    "Christian shrugs and runs his hand down my back.", 
    "involuntarily to his shirt as it clings to", 
    "groans against my mouth, but his lips do not", 
    "what I am about to do. \nStaring him straight in", 
    "into my palm and \nhold my hand up in front of his", 
    "back, and groans, thrusting his hips into my hands. \n\nOh", 
    "skin against skin. I push down against him and groan loudly.", 
    "down, capturing my mouth with his, and starts to", 
    "back as my body bows, my will submitting to his,", 
    "call on your trip back from Portland. Was that", 
    "that is now so familiar, all its dips and shadows", 
    "only pajama bottoms that hang in that totally hot way off his hips", 
    "talking fishing? What is it about fishing? I", 
    "Christian holds up his hands in a placating", 
    "says and pulls on my chin. \n\nA thrill runs through my body as his", 
    "His proximity is intoxicating. This man is going to", 
    "stop, I want to shout, but my mouth is full. His", 
    "stifling my gasps with his mouth. His hands", 
    "clamps, too. My body is building, \nbuilding to an", 
    "oh-so- \ngood and causing my orgasm, this orgasm, to go on and on. His", 
    "and visit this old man and bring that Christian with you.", 
    "Christian swallows his last mouthful and", 
    "and romantic and downright dirty \nmorning in his playroom.", 
    "you so much. I am happy for you. And you must both visit.", 
    "to work in. For a man who knows nothing about cooking,", 
    "fifty thousand dollars too much! \nAnastasia, you", 
    "a frisson of alarm. \nChristian is still in his study.", 
    "Christian, and to wish you a happy birthday.", 
    "Christian shifts uncomfortably and pulls", 
    "Christian grasps my \nchin, lifts my lips to his, and", 
    "Dr. Flynn is a striking young woman with long, dark, almost black hair,", 
    "says Flynn, holding out his hand. Christian", 
    "pair of you and happy birthday, Christian. What a", 
    "anything to ask him, but a birthday party hardly", 
    "I ask, anxiously clutching his hand and gazing at his sad,", 
    "probably do anything for him. Taking my \nhand,", 
    "fisting in his hair as I kiss him, kiss him with all my", 
    "things I know about you. \n\nNot bad for a kid from", 
    "and got into publishing. \n\nAnd now all of that", 
    "I am trying to brush my hair \ninto submission. I must not", 
    "a mosaic of small paintings hang, thirty-six of", 
    "if you work so hard, what do you do to chill out?", 
    "stand waiting - awkwardly on my part, coolly", 
    "has, and I cannot fathom why. \nIs it his looks? His civility?", 
    "origi- \nnal stills. Good-looking son of a bitch, isn", 
    "on TV, and going \nbowling and fly-fishing or making", 
    "loud, proud, and pouty. I flush \nat my foolish wayward thoughts.", 
    "frowns as I turn away from him. \n\nPaul has always", 
    "I shrug, trying \nto sound casual and doing no", 
    "pants that \nhang from his hips. His unruly hair is still damp from a", 
    "stands up straight, holding his hand out for", 
    "I go crimson. I was just thinking about running my", 
    "murmurs. \n\n\nAm I? Wow... how am I managing that? This is", 
    "I blurt out. Holy crap - 1 just said that out loud? \n\nHis lips quirk up in a half", 
    "away from him. I walk forward, and I trip, \nstumbling", 
    "holding so hard that I fall back \nagainst him just as a cyclist whips past, narrowly missing", 
    "bouncing or throwing a ball is not my thing. I am a", 
    "a good cry. \n\nStop! Stop Now! - My subconscious is", 
    "as I do. I will not think of him again. I can just chalk this", 
    "in a back-off \nnow Kavanagh way - but I might as", 
    "I am not going to think about him \nagain for now, I vow to", 
    "that I allow my thoughts to drift through my", 
    "of margaritas for us all. As I down my fifth, I \nknow this is not a good", 
    "I try awkwardly to push him away, but I vomit again... and again. Oh shit... \nhow long is this going to last?", 
    "drink again. This is \njust too appalling for words. Finally, it stops. \n\nMy hands", 
    "clutching my hand - such a confusing array of", 
    "Apart from a silly drunk girl ringing him in", 
    "doors. My thoughts crash through my brain, fighting", 
    "pants that hang, in that way, off \nhis hips and a gray", 
    "runs this hand through his hair, and I know it", 
    "knight in shining, dazzling armor - a classic romantic", 
    "for this information to sink in, and I flush", 
    "not going to touch you Anastasia - not until I", 
    "having him in my mouth. \nHmm... Glancing guiltily", 
    "want two?... How much will that cost?... Okay, and what", 
    "hand \ngrabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my", 
    "only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his", 
    "brings his hand up to grasp my chin and holds", 
    "asks. I nod and want to say for anything, but I can", 
    "mind-boggling array \nof dials and lights and", 
    "lights wink and flash from various \ndials, and", 
    "various dials in front of him. I drink in his", 
    "flourishing in my stomach. Holy shit, what \nhas", 
    "informa- \ntion with air traffic control. It all sounds", 
    "starts talking to air traffic control again, but I am no", 
    "I can do this. I \ncan do this. I chant this mantra as", 
    "Christian wraps his arm around my waist, pulling", 
    "I think about asking for a margarita - but I don", 
    "gazing at him. My \nsubconscious is staring at", 
    "Holy shit. Did \nI just say that? His mouth drops", 
    "Fuck hard! Holy shit, that sounds so... hot. But why", 
    "wood, dark walls, moody lighting, and oxblood", 
    "I follow him into his study, a spacious room with", 
    "Christian is running both his hands through his hair and pacing up and down his study. \n\nTwo hands - that", 
    "through my body. I want him so badly. Gripping his", 
    "grabs my \nhips with both his hands and runs his", 
    "and his hand trails up from my hip, to my waist, and up to \nmy", 
    "pull hard, and I fall apart in his hands, my body convulsing and", 
    "in riotous disarray. Wow... that was astounding. I", 
    "unhooks my bra and runs his hand \ndown my back to my", 
    "commands and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My", 
    "tang of blood. Holy fuck. This is wrong, but holy", 
    "want to fuck your mouth, Anastasia, and I will soon,", 
    "and \nChristian follows with two sharp thrusts, and", 
    "through his hair and stands. \nHis pants hang from his hips, in that way... oh my. My mouth", 
    "and pulls out a t-shirt and quickly slips it on.", 
    "floor and shrug it on. I walk through a door thinking that it might", 
    "shirt, turn it up loud, and start dancing. \n\nHoly", 
    "it. Basic training! I want to fuck your \nmouth.", 
    "Holy Crap. What is that all about? I pick up my fork and", 
    "for a washcloth as I pant against him, wanting...", 
    "his hand up and down with a firm grip round \nmy", 
    "him pushing his thumb in my mouth and asking", 
    "I can do this. I can fuck him with my mouth. I twirl my", 
    "warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow \nquickly. Ugh... I", 
    "I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating", 
    "down my throat, kissing, sucking, \nand nipping, to", 
    "cups my chin again and starts to kiss my throat as", 
    "so frustrating. \nHis hands run down my body and", 
    "Holy crap. \nMy hips start swaying and moving of", 
    "and brings my foot up to his mouth. \nWatching and", 
    "his way up my thigh, kissing, licking, sucking, and", 
    "my clitoris as his hands hold down my thighs.", 
    "mirroring \nhis actions, round and round, I groan. It is too much... My body", 
    "stills, his body rigid. \n\nCollapsing on top of", 
    "that I would \ndo anything for this man. I am his.", 
    "Christian blinks rapidly, staring down at", 
    "vanity unit for a brush and find a comb. It will", 
    "I hang up. \n\nI walk as nonchalantly back to Christian and his", 
    "Oh, this is way too much information - but I want", 
    "in Portland until Friday if you want to talk about it", 
    "is totally distracting. I squirm uncomfort- \nably.", 
    "of my hands and slowly pulls it to his mouth,", 
    "sorry about Friday night. I was drunk... and you...", 
    "and blissfully oblivious. My mind drifts to last \nnight, and this morning... and", 
    "out in this contract. Additional limits and", 
    "Dominant may flog, spank, whip or corporally punish", 
    "whippings, floggings, spankings, caning, paddling \nor any", 
    "back of my door. A smart young man with a ponytail is standing in our living room \nclasping a", 
    "As I wash my hair, I \ntry and think what I could possibly ask him via", 
    "not a - what \ndid Christian call him? Suitor. Ugh.", 
    "good day at work. \nThank you. \n\nAna \n\n\nFrom: Christian", 
    "pants, and a t-shirt. I put my hair in pigtails, blushing at", 
    "park. What am I going to do? I want him, but on his", 
    "what I want. Go through that ridiculous contract", 
    "holiday to Barbados. \nMainly bikinis and matching sarongs.", 
    "find it as funny? Oh shit \n- probably not. Christian", 
    "just \ngloriously yummy, his pants doing that hanging from", 
    "door or window. \nMy room is functional but cozy -", 
    "tinkling against glass as it swirls in liquid. What kind of drink?", 
    "in turn with cool, cold \nlips. I fight my body as it", 
    "tantalizingly slowly, in, out, \nand I push against him, tilting my hips up.", 
    "I sit up and grab my \nt-shirt, pushing him out of", 
    "a paradigm shift. I know \nthat if I do this thing with him, I will", 
    "runs his hand through his hair. Glancing up as", 
    "from Christian in my inbox. \n\n\nFrom: Christian", 
    "I am working until 5pm \nthat day. \n\nGood night. \n\nAna \n\n\nFrom: Christian", 
    "Holdings Inc. \n\n\nOh... shouty capitals! I switch off. How can", 
    "thought is so painful. I dismiss it quickly and", 
    "Holdings Inc. \n\n\nI call Ray, who is just about to watch", 
    "for tonight and for graduation \ntomorrow. I wish I could", 
    "just not my thing. What is your thing, Anastasia? Christian", 
    "a good half-hour \ndrying it so that it falls in soft", 
    "I swallow. Do I trust him? Is that what this all", 
    "on it and tip it up. It slips down my throat, all", 
    "coming from. \n\nAnd I want you to know that as soon as you cross my", 
    "do as your Dorn. And \nright now, I know you want", 
    "tip \nof my cold asparagus in my mouth and suck it. \n\nChristian", 
    "own accord and \ntwisting into his hair, pulling him to", 
    "lobby, my \nscalp prickling, my blood pumping. This could", 
    "tip south, through my pubic hair to my clitoris.", 
    "food. How was Christian? \nWhat did you talk about?", 
    "was that about? \n\nLast night I found it hard to", 
    "a physical coward, and I will go \na long way to avoid pain. I think of my", 
    "and Christian. Christian stands out in \nhis", 
    "mainly \nin Sub-Saharan Africa, South Asia, and Latin", 
    "up, kinky, philanthropic Christian - \nthough I", 
    "any thoughts of sympa- \nthy or pity. Abruptly,", 
    "You look kinda dorky... my subconscious is at", 
    "up and coming holiday to Barbados and about \nour", 
    "I murmur anxiously. \n\nCrap. . . this is probably going to", 
    "turn wary. \n\nI sigh. I am not going to win this, so", 
    "I murmur. \n\nChristian runs his hand through his hair,", 
    "commands softly, cupping my chin again and pulling at it", 
    "from my stomach into my \nconstricting throat. Why is that hot?", 
    "fills my cup, and I drink practically all of it.", 
    "not as bad as you think. Your imagination is your worst", 
    "I blink rapidly, and my blood pounds round my body, warming", 
    "on, Anastasia, talking through all this, I want to fuck you into", 
    "his kiss with my own passion. I want \nhim badly - in", 
    "hood of this car right now, just to \nshow you that you", 
    "scoops my hair off my back so it hangs down my \nright", 
    "button of his waistband and undo it, fumbling a", 
    "His skin is so smooth and soft... and hard... hmm, what a", 
    "as I run my mouth up and down him, pushing him to", 
    "back of my throat, my lips tight... again and again.", 
    "and oh my, what an invasion. I am floating, \nmy limbs soft and languid,", 
    "stroking round and round \nwith his flat palm. And", 
    "slaps in total. My body is singing, singing from \nhis", 
    "in fact, I would still go a long way to avoid \nit, but now... I", 
    "to go. \nChristian squirts baby oil into his hand and", 
    "couch. I approach it with caution. \nHmm... sitting.", 
    "I am sobbing uncontrollably \ninto my pillow. \n\nI am", 
    "sighs and runs his hands through his hair again.", 
    "how apt, I think ironi- \ncally, but summoning all my", 
    "What this \nman must know about Christian, all his", 
    "him again, probably his photographic show, and", 
    "I shall miss him and his boy- \nish charm. I couldn", 
    "uncurling in my stomach, I scroll down to his", 
    "hopping from foot to foot. Anticipation hangs", 
    "swirling round him, cocooning him, filling", 
    "forbid- \nding. Oh shit. My subconscious quails in", 
    "hard, and I cling \non to his muscular arms for support.", 
    "all hanging down my \nback, grasps a handful at my", 
    "invading my mouth. Wrapping his arms around", 
    "Moving down, soft small licks against my clitoris,", 
    "clumsily up into a standing position and scoot", 
    "found such gratification in this room. Who could", 
    "Oh shit, caught napping - this is not going to", 
    "I blink at him. Praying! Praying for you to go", 
    "lying on top of him, \nmy back to his front, and I", 
    "piano, and backwards and forwards in \nfront of", 
    "thin strips of \nplastic will do that to a girl.", 
    "I scowl at Christian who grins \nbroadly as I turn and climb out of", 
    "fact that my stomach is churning from \nChristian", 
    "and calm talking to his family. My \nmind is working furiously. Damn", 
    "not now. I flush and shift, try- \ning to pull away from him. His hand clamps down on my thigh, stilling", 
    "Christian asks solicitously, taking his hand off my thigh. \n\nHumor has", 
    "growls. \n\nOh no... this is not good, my subconscious is quaking at", 
    "up his fly and runs his hand \nthrough his hair as", 
    "you doing? Touching is his hard limit. Too soon, you idiot,", 
    "doorway, his PJs hanging off his hips - in that way that", 
    "and puts it in his mouth. I smirk back at \nhim, and his", 
    "know this is not how I saw tonight panning out,", 
    "tasting. My dry mouth \npools with saliva as my", 
    "up to him, my blood thrumming through my body, and this", 
    "again, trailing his palm across my skin and", 
    "twist in his still damp hair. \nPushing my body flush against his, I kiss him back. I want him. My attack", 
    "a low groan in his throat. His hands slip into my \nhair and down my back to cup my", 
    "sun and burn, falling around him, \nfalling down, back to a", 
    "his climax, pulling at my wrists, and sinking", 
    "through his hair, coming down from my \nhigh. I", 
    "My post coital glow is \nfading fast. What is his", 
    "I squirm uncom- \nfortably as my post coital glow", 
    "dry my hair, comb it through with Christian", 
    "told Mrs. Robinson? I want to ask him, but I can", 
    "couch that Christian has in his playroom. I", 
    "tidbit of information swoops \ninto action - a tidbit that will only", 
    "And I will try not to wind him up, though \nfrankly it", 
    "on. It is an organic thing. It is not stuck in an ivory", 
    "of irony and I, bid you good- \nnight. \n\nI will contact you", 
    "which flight I was on. \n\nYour stalking knows no bounds.", 
    "start to my vacation. \n\nThank you. \n\nAna \n\n\nFrom: Christian", 
    "first. \n\nMy mom is waiting with Bob, and it is so good to", 
    "if you will. Or simply know that I would not, could \nnot", 
    "and quickly slip out of my t-shirt and shorts, and", 
    "golf club, and just \nso you know, I am rolling my", 
    "rolling. I think \nit was you who so judiciously", 
    "moans Bob, rubbing his stomach and assuming a", 
    "originally. \nHanging how? \n\nYour Ana \n\n\nFrom: Christian", 
    "And I was looking forward to doing just that. I am also glad to", 
    "that I put you off your food. I thought I had a", 
    "man is a walking mass of contradictions. I \nclick to", 
    "to try. For his part, Christian looks \nimpossibly", 
    "Oh holy shit... no. I am so mad at him right now, \nand", 
    "I add, looking anxiously at Christian. I am drinking \nwith my", 
    "quickly at Mom who is staring at Christian...", 
    "frankly - look at him - my subconscious snaps. Oh, \nshut up! Who", 
    "old girl and Mrs. Robinson was a Mr. Robinson,", 
    "it is, is to talk it through with him. You can do all", 
    "grins. \n\n\nI knock timidly on room 612 and wait. Christian", 
    "mirror. I try hard to stay still, ignoring my natu- \nral inclination to", 
    "clasps both \nmy hands in his, his palms against", 
    "how arous- \ning it is - just his touch, and his calm, soft, commands.", 
    "of my body, past my waist to my hips, and across \nto my pubic hair.", 
    "wildly, ravaging my mouth with his. Holding, h", 
    "ah! Skin against skin... moving slowly at first...", 
    "lost in our thoughts. I am lost in him. . . lost to him. \n\nI", 
    "Anastasia. What do you want to know? What do I", 
    "to this kind of talking - this \nprobing. I only", 
    "I know I should stop. I am pushing him too hard. My subconscious has", 
    "glowing and lustful. I drop \nmy hands to grab on to", 
    "through his hair, not taking my lips from his mouth. This is", 
    "swirling around us, our own whirlpool, a stirring", 
    "Not touching. Just looking and admiring, cov-", 
    "find this funny? And why am I grinning back at him", 
    "says with a conspiratorial but smug grin \nthat I simply can", 
    "says casually, and puts his foot down so that I \nam thrown back into my", 
    "clouds. Dawn is upon us. \n\n\nTaking my hand, Christian", 
    "loudly, my arms automatically lashing out, my hands", 
    "My hands twist in his hair, anchoring him to", 
    "running a hand through his wayward hair as", 
    "down at it. \n\nOh, I want to run my hands through that hair. I pick up a", 
    "a quick thank-you to Christian. \n\n\nFrom: Anastasia", 
    "Holdings Inc. \n\n\nRight! I shall maintain radio", 
    "today. I think about Christian, and my ridiculous grin", 
    "I am starting to worry. Thinking of you. \nYour Ana. x", 
    "Holdings Inc. \n\n\nI sigh, Christian is back to formality. \n\n\nFrom: Anastasia", 
    "it was amusing. But you should know I cannot", 
    "I frown at my wayward thoughts, and pulling out my", 
    "in first class, for which I thank you. I am counting", 
    "truth out of you about my \nnocturnal admissions. \n\nYour Ana x \n\n\nFrom: Christian", 
    "You may stow your twitchy palm \n\n\nfor now. \nMiss", 
    "to buy Christian a small gift \nto say thank you for first class and for", 
    "to find Taylor waiting and \nholding up a board that", 
    "is slow, caught up in rush hour traffic. Taylor", 
    "to him, hard, fast, \ngripping my ponytail to tilt my", 
    "all body wash and Christian is so arousing.", 
    "my throat, \nmy lips... running his hands into my hair. I", 
    "swirling round and round, \nagain and again - non-stop. It", 
    "I am thrown by his casual command, but do as I", 
    "is practically scalding. Christian grins down at", 
    "nothing for you to worry about, Anastasia. I", 
    "my way upstairs \ntoward my room so, it is still", 
    "hot. My sub- \nconscious is frantically fanning", 
    "long strands. It has many long fronds, all \nsoft", 
    "this. It will not hurt, but it will bring your blood to", 
    "running languidly down my throat, slowly across my", 
    "fur is moving down my arms and round my waist... back up across my", 
    "singing starts again... build- \ning and building, and", 
    "and throat, kissing, sucking... trailing down to my", 
    "kissing and sucking and nibbling... moving south... \nand", 
    "this as a mantra. My subcon- \nscious has found", 
    "until I am standing in front of him, gazing \ninto his", 
    "trying to work this out. And you and I will know,", 
    "door, and still grasping my arm, grabs what looks", 
    "it off. Holy \nfuck this is going to hurt... I know. My subconscious has", 
    "struggling out his grasp, pushing him away. Fight- \ning him.", 
    "And with that, I turn \nstiffly, and I walk out of", 
    "to go? \nDo I run? Do I stay? I am so mad, angry scalding", 
    "go - sobbing hard into my pillow. \n\nWhat was I thinking? Why did I", 
    "is it. This is what it boils down to - incompatibility - and all", 
    "box. \n\n\ntViLs rfiM'U-t'vdtfpl vv^t of o t happy tlm-c. \n\nThaiA,k> you.. \n\nAi", 
    "crying. My subcon- \nscious nods with approval.", 
    "in frustration and runs his hand through his hair."
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