“You’re fine on your side.I’m just going to pull up the blanket, then wash my hands and put on gloves.”
“Okay.”
After this, we’ll have just two remaining sterile gauze bandages and a single pair of surgical gloves in the first aid kit.I can find two more antiseptic wipes.But I’ve got four rolls of medical tape, which means I should’ve double-checked supplies before I went anywhere in the ATV.Lesson learned.
I grab the battery-operated lantern and first-aid supplies, then kneel behind Phoebe.Then I fall back on my heels, frozen.
In the golden firelight, Phoebe’s bottom half is as lovely as a Rembrandt reclining nude.She’s flawless.Thoroughly female.Firm and round and graceful.
If I had any artistic talent at all I’d sketch her in this pose for the rest of my life, in every color, in every light.But since I can’t draw worth shit, I decide to commit the vision to my memory for safekeeping.
“How’s it going back there?”
“I got distracted.”
She giggles.“Get to work, MacLaine.I’m not done with you.”
I smile to myself, then tear open the bandage sleeve and antiseptic.I power on the lantern.
“You’re awfully demanding for an almost-virgin.”
“I haven’t made a single demand!I haven’t even politely asked for anything.”
“Fair enough.”I carefully peel away the old bandage.“So why don’t you start a list of demands while I finish up?”
“So, is this a list I make in my head, or do you want me to state my demands out loud?”
“Oh, Idefinitelywant to hear them.”
Her stitches aren’t ripped.But the cut looks a little too red for my liking, and I’m sure it stings like hell.Phoebe isn’t a complainer, though.
But she needs treatment in a clean medical setting, not just the clumsy, make-do efforts of a dude with beefy fingers.
She could also benefit from an antibiotic injection.
“I demand that you make me yours, Evander.Even if it’s just once.”
I look up from my work.My heart is in my throat.
What did she just say?
“I want to know what it feels like to be ravished.Or is it ‘ravaged’?I don’t think I’ve read enough spicy novels to know for sure.”
“¿Porque no los dos?”
She starts to shake.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Then don’tmakeme laugh!”
“Keep going, Phoebe.I’m all ears.Tell me about this ravishment you demand.Orravagement.Whatever.Tell me what it involves.”
I carefully clean around her cut and take a closer look at the stitches.
“Well, do you remember how you lectured me when we first got here?It was pretty hot.”
“What?You want me tolectureyou?That’s an attorney’s wet dream.”
