Suddenly, Jezzie took me inside her as we stood beside the steamy tub. Just two or three quick strokes—then she moved away from me again. Her face, neck, and chest were flushed. For a moment, I thought something was wrong. I was caught by surprise—shock—pleasure—entering her, then parting so quickly. She was wired. Almost violent. “What was that all about?” I asked. “I’m going to have a heart attack,” Jezzie whispered. “Better figure out a story for the police. Whew, Alex.”
