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Lorenzo sighs, and he lays back on his large double bed in his business shirt. “There is no going back. You do know you can’tunlearn things?” I nod and look at him. “Just don’t go too far, okay?”

We share a moment, and it’s nice to see him. We say nothing for a few seconds, and it’s perfect. The silence comfortable.

“And don’t bite your lip, it’s kind of a giveaway,” he suddenly says, all grumpy.

“I’m not!”

“You are.”

I stop doing it, but I act stupid. “Anyway, what is it a giveaway for?” Lorenzo doesn’t answer. “For what?” I ask demandingly.

Lorenzo rubs his neck. “Look, for sex. It’s a giveaway women do when they are… turned on.”

“Woah,” I say blushing. “Really?”

“Really, and yes. Control yourself.”

I laugh, and it’s fun. “Or what? I get spanked?” I ask playfully and hoping.

“Careful,” Lorenzo growls, as if wanting to end the call.

“No wait, I want to talk. It’s nice to see you.”

Lorenzo is slow in responding then he says low, “You too.”

“I miss you, you should come back,” I say before realizing it sounds childish. Lorenzo doesn’t answer, but I notice him sigh.

“So, how are things. Give me an update?”

“Okay, so the flying, and math for it, it’s harder than I expected. The diving not bad, and it’s enjoyable. The dive tanks are hard on my shoulders but workable under the water. The Italian, so-so, and with you being Italian, we can practice more. The fencing and salsa, I seem to have the most flow with.”

“Any war wounds?”

“Not really, just shoulders. Oh, and sore fingers from fencing.”

“Well, you’re doing great, and congrats.”

“Thanks,” I say. “When are you coming home?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Make it Friday, so we can have our regular Friday night.”

Lorenzo stands and rolls his neck. He walks onto a balcony, and the Eiffel Tower is visible. It looks like a stunning evening.

“Look, are you okay?”

Lorenzo nods, and sighs. “Just tense, and I have a movie shooting that’s hard to put in the can.”

“Yeah, well it’s probably sexual. You’re a complicated man, and you have… ”

“Goodbye!” Lorenzo says, and suddenly he is gone.

I laugh, flip my phone camera down, and I lean back.

As I notice my nipples pebbling, I feel my clit starting to throb. Closing my eyes, I wonder why I’m so turned on. I roll one of my nipples, and my fingers brush against my clit.

As I squirm, I close my eyes, and I swipe a finger up my wet folds.