Lena was to my right and grabbed my right arm with her left hand and turned me toward her. She said, “Theodore, will you do me a favor?”
“Of course I will. What?”
“Kiss me.”
I looked in her eyes for a second or two without saying anything, and she said it again with emphasis.
“Kiss me.”
I stared at her big brown eyes. She still had a grip on my arm as I moved my face toward hers. Her right arm went to the back of my head and pulled me to her. She sucked my tongue and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. It was a long, passionate, aggressive kiss. We parted briefly and our eyes met.
“Let’s be bad,” she whispered.
She rose up and pulled my head toward her. She kissed me gently this time, her lips met mine and her tongue explored my mouth slowly, and I followed her lead. My left arm
