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me? Just this once?"
    "I will allow it, Kelly," he said, as if
granting her a privilege, which in fact he was. No one ever touched him there.
Never. His body reacted, wanting to tremble and move but he automatically
suppressed those urges as he always had, with rigid self-control.
    "Oh God, really?" she said, her voice leaping
with enthusiasm.
    In the darkness, John permitted himself to smile,
something he would never do otherwise. John avoided showing emotion, hell he
didn't even allow emotion. It was a habit, and a survival mechanism, he
knew that. It was difficult to change. Yet here in the darkness Kelly had made
him inexplicably happy, and he felt comfortable grinning as broadly as he
liked.
    John stood up, and Kelly moved toward him, resting her
trembling hands on his hips. She reached up for his buckle, and undid it and
his zip, pulling his leather pants down past his thighs, allowing his hard cock
to spring free. It ached, and dripped, but John was used to that. It was as
easy for him to disconnect from his own cock as it was to be detached from
people, or even himself. He moved his legs apart, making himself the perfect angle
for the height of her mouth.
    "Um, do you want or don’t want anything
particular?" she asked.
    "No," he said dispassionately. For some reason
he just couldn't be involved. Even with Kelly. Yet his cock was certainly
interested, so perhaps nature would take its course.
    Kelly said, "Um, John?"
    "Yes?"
    "Um, before I start, I just want to say, I like to
do it, but I really don’t know if I'm any good at it. I just want to say, if
you think I can do it better or if you want me to do something differently,
will you tell me?"
    He heard an odd catch in her voice. John put his hand
down to her face, and felt her hot tears once more. What did it mean? Why was
she weeping now? Kelly was so hard to understand sometimes. "Tell me why
you are crying," he ordered.
    "I don’t know if I can explain," she said with
a hitch in her breathing.
    "Try."
    Kelly blew out a breath of air. "It may be a woman
thing that a man can't appreciate. I just feel so emotional. You," she
sniffed loudly, "You have been so kind to me tonight, and I just never
expected it. You made a horrible experience the most memorable event of my
life." Kelly was weeping even more, John could tell even without an
ability to see her. Her voice was raised and her turbulent emotions flowed over
him like a river racing through a rocky gorge: they were fresh, honest, and
purifying. Something inside his own chest stirred.
    "I am honestly so glad this stupid elevator
broke," she said, and she sniffed loudly once again.
    Kelly's childlike, snuffling runny nose touched him. The
woman really was just so damn sweet. John reached into his jacket, pulled out a
handkerchief and gave it to her.
    Kelly laughed, "Oh my God! Who has a handkerchief in
their jacket?" She blew her nose loudly. "You have everything.
Brandy, handkerchief. What next?"
    "My Aunt Brenda always had a handkerchief,"
John said musingly.
    "Really? Do you like her? Is she a good Aunt?
    "She's dead," he said flatly. "But I loved
her very much." John was surprised at the automatically truthful response
he had given. Not that he usually lied. More that he never told anyone about
himself. Never. Such was his habit and unbreakable rule. But somehow here in
the shelter of darkness he had wanted to remember Aunt Brenda, and he had
wanted to share that memory with Kelly.
    "I'm so sorry. It's hard to lose someone you
love."
    "Yes," John said. He skimmed his fingers
lightly over her face, stroking her cheeks affectionately. Kelly didn’t think
she had much experience in going down on a man. Well, he hadn't much experience
in receiving such attentions.
    Honestly, even the idea of it made him feel a little
queasy.

8. O nly You
    John's thumb wiped her hot tears, but more were coming.
Kelly had so many feelings, while he had none. My God she was his opposite in
every way. But the fact she was shedding