THE UPPER HAND

(c) 1997

Carol Givner




"I won't kiss you, Michael. You're too short."


The glide of her calloused palm coated him with regret. And her with July sweat.


"I'll be taller someday, Sarah." He leaned her against the porch screen. Respectively.


Touching her lace-covered, flippant heart with the tip of his hungry tongue.


And circling his lips.


Triumphantly.





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