Free Sweet Sins by Madison Kent Page B

settling into that loving feeling. He took the initiative this time to take her hand and bring her to the dance floor. She knew he must be feeling good to do that. The slow dance brought them to the floor amidst a carousel of other couples. Craig was among them.
                  Craig winked at her and said, “Hey, Ashley.”
                  If a heart could physically drop to the floor and up again, that’s what his words to her felt like.
                  “Did that guy just call you Ashley?”
                  “I don’t know. I think that’s what he said. He must have mistaken me for someone else.”
                  The lying she never thought would happen between them had begun.
                  “Adam, I love you.”
                  She stood on tip-toes and kissed him. A soft, loving look was in his eyes. This is what she wanted to see and dreamt about. She would have to forget and never again be so foolish as to risk the promise of their forever love.

              “I love you too, girl. We’re gonna’ make it. We have to.”
                  “Let’s go. Let’s go so I can get lost in your loving arms.”
                  On the drive home, she pushed up his shirt and caressed him, licking his muscles and lightly running her fingertips over ever accessible part of him. He moaned his response and with his free arm pulled her against him. She lifted her skirt, and began an aggressive manipulation of him. Like a contortionist, fiercely seeking fulfillment, she clutched him. They were only minutes from home but it was an eternity in the midst of heated passion. They stopped and made love on a deserted street. It was a time for lovers and irrational behavior conceived of youth and moonlight. Life was good again and getting back to the direction she had hoped it would.
                  The cigarette promotion began on Wednesday. They would have two days before the weekend to become acclimated to what they had to accomplish. Each couple was furnished with a list of places they were assigned. To complete it for payment, they must have a management signature from the establishment they visited, indicating they had dispersed their product there.
                  Todd was the head of the distribution and he loaded down the trunks of their cars with boxes of full packs of cigarettes.
                  August heat, heavy with humidity, made them feel clammy. Bingo halls and some other places they were assigned to had no air so they quickly became sweaty and uncomfortable. But it was great fun what they were doing and good pay. They were instantly welcomed by every site they went. Free still means a lot to most people. Even though they were only to give their product away to smokers, everyone became a smoker when it was free.
                  “I didn’t think I would like this, but it’s fun,” said Adam. “What a slice of life, what an assortment of people and places we get to see.”
                  “Doing this for a month will take us all over the Tampa Bay area and we’ll get to go to all sorts of clubs and recreational facilities. Being with you every night and getting paid for it, that’s what I call a little bit of sweet luck.”
                  The gay bars in Ybor City were a potpourri for the eyes and ears. Customers were flamboyant and gracious. Many people gathered around them and enchanted them with stories and theatrics. Neither of them had ever been before and they were not sure what it would be like or how they would be received but it was fascinating, entering a new dimension. Times had changed and this type of bar was no longer anything unusual for many areas of Tampa Bay.
                  Adam wandered around La Goya looking completely out of place. This man, who belonged on the cover of GQ, now had