"Ah." Midnight said with a tone that he should know better than ask a direct question. He finished off his drink and poured one more before putting the cap back on the bottle. "What in Chicago is typical?"
She lapped until she could seek clean skin. Pam sat up and then climbed off out of the coffin. She kissed his thigh and smiled. "Too good to me, John. I like it when we make up."