He fondled her hands and sucked on her fingers, one at a time, never letting go of her gaze, their bodies pushing into each other. Agnes felt his excitement through the rough corduroy of his slacks – and her own excitement between her legs.
Go ahead, Agnes said to Norman with her eyes – it’s all right. It’s what I want from you. It’s what we’ve wanted since the beginning. But then he broke free and stepped back three feet.
“But Agnes,” Norman said aloud, “we cannot do this.”
Yes we can, she nodded to him. Agnes looked around the pharmacy. Her eyes stopped at the back office, its door temptingly ajar. She looked back at Norman and stepped closer to him. Yes we can, no matter what Mama and Uncle Collin say. Forget about the Depression, forget about my family. Right now, it’s just you and I.
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