5.
 "I would never hurt you, Allison. I really like you." He already knew the whole thing about her. It was very, very subtle. It was a new thing to him, but it didn't matter. She filled him with warmth, and he liked being around her. She was different for him. He had not yet felt the urge to cheat her, steal her things, run from her. This was a very new and different feeling.
When they got back to his hotel room, just before midnight, she stood in the middle of the room. He closed the door and pulled his tie off. He walked up behind her and put his hands over her breasts. She tilted her face back and made a moan of anticipation. He buried his face in her silk, roughly turning her. She complied, reaching up to unzip her dress. The dress fell down around her high heels and he thrust his face in the triangle of silk underwear. His chin felt the hair of her Venus mound.
She pushed him back. "Honey," she murmured, "I've got to pee first." She stepped out of her shoes on the way to the bathroom, and he was aroused by the quiver of her buttocks.
He stripped in the middle of the room, dropping his clothes on hers. No sound of water flushing, so what had she—?. She stepped out on long graceful legs and lay on the bed. He crawled in, folding her into his arms. She batted at his mouth with hungry lips. He touched her below. "What's this?" He lifted a finger and smelled flowers.
"Cream," she said. "I have to."
"I thought so." He crawled down and checked.
"You're not angry, are you?" she asked, folding her arms protectively over her breasts and turning her knees away, pressed together. "Guys freak out."
He crawled back, face to face. "You're a beautiful woman."
"How sweet." She opened up her arms to him. They tried all the positions, and came together in a shower of sobs. Spent, he lay behind her, stroking her side while she murmured through her pillow: "You're not prejudiced. That's nice."
He blew into her ear. "I'm interested in only one thing."
"What's that, Freddie?"
"I listen to what my heart says."
"I like that." Pause. "Aren't you curious?"
"I dunno." He shrugged. "I suppose."
"I was always Allison Jane. Only I was born with some baggage. Albert James Kekior. Now I'm really me."
"Did it hurt?"
"They do have anesthesia these days."
"I meant—."
"No. It made me free."
"I'd like to be free."
She frowned. "Is it very complicated, Freddie?"
"What?"
"Your thing."
"My thing, sweetheart?"
"Your world. The whole thing."
"Truthfully?" He thought for a moment. "Honestly? No."
She touched his nose with her fingertip. "When did you know?"
His turn to frown. "What?"
"About me."
"Oh. I think before we even spoke to each other."
She laughed.
He added: "I saw your eyes, and I don't know why, but I feel different. Better."
She looked vulnerable, whispering: "Me too." He took her protectively in his embrace, and she cowered against his side, curled up, with her fists before her face the way a baby sleeps.
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