Free Insatiable Appetites by Stuart Woods Page A

They went to the bedroom again.
    “That was Carla Fontana,” she said. “Stone, your anonymous caller has made contact and has told her the same story he told you.”
    “Did she find out who he was?”
    “She’s going to rendezvous with him sometime tomorrow, and he promises all will be revealed.”
    “Will she be in touch with you?” Kate asked.
    “She didn’t actually say so, but that was my impression.”
    “Then we shall see what we shall see,” Kate said.
    They all went back to the party.

    Stone was half asleep when the security system began to beep. He glanced at the bedside telephone display and saw the message: “Front door open.” He entered his code, and the beeping stopped. He lay quietly, waiting.
    She came into the room, and he heard the sound of a zipper, then of clothes falling to the floor. Ann landed on the bed as if from a great height. “And a very good evening to you!” she shouted.
    Stone grabbed her and pulled her to him. “You’re not treating your clothes very well.”
    “I was in a hurry. I’m getting laid.”
    “You certainly are,” he replied, kicking off his covers.
    She hugged him to her breast. “God, it seems like a year since I felt a man next to me.”
    “It’s less than a month,” he said, tickling her lightly between the legs. She immediately became wet, and he climbed aboard.
    “And just as long since I’ve felt that weight,” she said.
    He slid slowly inside her, and she made a happy noise. “And years since I’ve felt that!”
    “Tell me how it feels,” he said softly, moving slowly in and out.
    “Heavenly. Are you an angel or a devil?”
    “A little of both,” he breathed.
    She ran her nails down his back. “Oh, how I’ve missed you.”
    “And I, you.”
    “And how I’ve missed this!”
    “How long can we do this before you abandon me again?” he asked, but he didn’t stop.
    “Forever, if I quit my job.”
    “But you’re not going to quit, are you?”
    “What can I say? My country needs me. I have to be back at the Carlyle, looking unfucked, by seven AM.”
    Stone increased the pace, and they stopped talking and concentrated. She climaxed three times before she pushed him off.
    “A girl’s gotta rest,” she said.
    Stone laid his head on her breasts and rubbed her belly.
    She slapped his hand. “Don’t get me started again,” she said. “At least, not for a few minutes. When I can make a fist again, I’ll entertain you.”
    Stone rolled onto his back and she rested her hand on him. “God, how I love a stick shift,” she said, kissing it.
    “Talk to me,” he said. “Tell me what it’s like for you these days.”
    She didn’t let go, but managed to talk. “Exciting, exhausting, exciting, exhausting. That’s it, both at the same time.”
    “What’s been your biggest surprise?”
    “How exciting it is. It’s like the campaign to the nth!”
    “And your biggest disappointment?”
    “That I can’t stay awake and do the job twenty-four hours a day.”
    “So, you’re happy in your work?”
    “Not so much happy as elated.”
    “What’s the difference?”
    “Elated is like watching your team score, knowing that they can’t score on every play. Happy would be if they could score whenever they feel like it. And we all know that’s not going to happen.”
    “How’s Will taking the transition?”
    “Oh, Will is always Will: cheerful, optimistic. He would have been here for the funeral, but he’s meeting with the Japanese prime minister in Los Angeles. Will has a surprise for him.”
    “What surprise?”
    “Will has gotten some contributors to donate a statue honoring the Japanese-Americans who were interned during the big war.”
    “That’s good of him.”
    “I think he’s doing it for Franklin Roosevelt. He said when he meets Roosevelt in heaven he wants to tell him that he did what he could to right the wrong.”
    “That’s a very fine motive.”
    “The words on the statue are ‘They also served and