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pulled her cell phone from her pocket Annasara checked her voicemail. Triton sprung to attention waiting for her reaction to the message he left for her earlier. He bit his bottom lip and clutching his phone as her face fell, not into the expected smile or anger, but utter disappointment. Dropping the phone back into her pocket, she returned her attention to the artist and shook his hand as they said good-bye. She closed the door behind him and turned the lock. Triton was on her heel in a mere second after she left the gallery. Annasara felt him behind her, but kept her stride.
                  “Annasara, wait.” He called to her, but she did not turn around. Triton rushed in front of her blocking her path forcing her to stop. He pleaded.               “Please hear me out.”             
                  “Don’t do this.” She said. Triton reached out taking her arm pulling her back gently. “You don’t understand.”
                  Annasara jerked her arm away, “No, you don’t understand, I am not the love em and leave em and show back up three weeks later with some lame excuse type of woman. You may think this is acceptable behavior in whatever world you live in, but I will not be used.”
                  His world he thought , if she only knew about my world, she would never understand.
                  “I was not using you.” He said. Annasara walked around him heading towards the bus stop then stopped. Turning around she strutted back to him looking him in the eye, carefully choosing her words. “Unless you were in a coma, I think you could have taken five seconds to return my calls.”
                  “But I was, you would not understand, it was my illness. I was under an experimental treatment. I am sorry.”
                  Her mind fought the urge to rush to and away from him, the later won as she backed away.
                  “Can you tell me that it was not amazing?” he asked. His question made her stop on the spot where she stood.
                  “No.” she said and started walking again.
                  “No?”
                  Almost twenty feet away he heard the faint words fall from her lips, “It was incredible.”
                  The whisper sounded like a horn blasting in his acute hearing range. Both raced towards on another in a heated frenzy sprint. Lips and bodies crashed together as their passions united into one. They shared a lasting passionate kiss, wanting lips and hands searching each other, in fast needing bursts of lust and hunger. His words begged her. “Oh, Sara, please forgive me. I never wanted to hurt you.” She panted between kisses. “Take me home.”             
                  Practically falling into the house, never releasing lips from each other, jackets, shirts, shoes and underwear peeled off in fumbling attempts to strip each other all while lips locked and mashed in the marathon of make out session. Pinning her up on the door, Triton plunged into her. The sex was raw, sweaty, and much needed. The kind of sex that made you blush for days after having it. Fast and hot, against the wall, over the chair, ending up on the carpet with a rug burn badge of glory.
                  “Say my name, call my name when you come.” She demanded in the final throws. He obeyed her command, “Annasara!”.
     
                  Basking the afterglow of sexual gratification, she smothered him with kisses and he tried to shake the fogginess from his brain. For the next three weeks straight, they spent every night together, fucking hard, making love slow, and having sex in every position, everywhere from the gallery’s backroom, in his car, even once in the dark corner booth of the bar. After one partially wild session in her bedroom, she sat up staring at