“Hans Tomas, my butt is sore from sliding down the stairs. My hands are sore from holding that gun. My feet hurt”—she wiggles her toes—“so on my knees and elbows is the most comfortable way for me to be right now.” I shove away my desire to reach out and rip her pants down her hips and focus on the fact that my Butterfly is hurting. Then she smiles at me. “And if being like this makes you want to fuck me, well, I bet that would make me feel better too.”
