All of a sudden, she began to cramp up in perfect time with me. It felt like a rocket was getting ready to launch out of me. So I grabbed both of her slim hips and braced myself for the takeoff.

“UUEW! UUEW! UUUUEEWWW!” she squealed as she twisted the last few pumps out of herself.

That was all I needed to blast off to Jupiter.

“AAAHHHH!”

I tightened my hold on Danni’s hips and wondered how much she could take before I broke her in two. That’s just how intense the nut was. But the girl held her own. She could take it.

When I relaxed my fingers on her hips, with everything I had squeezed out of me, Danni fell down against my chest and kissed me there. “Hmmph,” she grunted. “Now I know why I was so pressed for you to come back home from Miami.”

I listened to her and smiled. I just didn’t like that “come back home” part. It sounded too much like we were living together. Hell, it sort of sounded like we were married with a family. Did I want any part of that? I don’t believe I did. So what the hell was I doing getting that close to a woman?

“Here you go with your deep thoughts again,” she assumed of my silence. And she was right. I was basically a solitary man. After spending days at a time in front of a camera for a living, how could I not think a lot? I assumed that she thought a lot about things as well.

“I’m all right,” I told her.

“Are you sure?”

She began to play with the new hairs on my chest. I didn’t have a lot of them. I usually shaved them off. But that didn’t stop them from growing.

“Ah,” I snapped. Danni had pulled one of my damn chest hairs. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you awake.”

“I am awake.”

“Are you sure?”

I was beginning to see a pattern with Danni that concerned me. How close did I really want to get to this girl? She was pretty much forecasting that life with her could very well be painful.

I said, “What if I pulled one of your damn hairs?”

She grinned against my chest. I could feel the muscles in her face rising up.

“Go ahead.”

Problem was, Danni didn’t have any hairs on her chest. She barely had hair anywhere. She was a slick, smooth-skinned woman from head to toe. So I went ahead and tugged on a hair from her head.

“Ow!” she yelped. “I didn’t pull a hair from your head. Why did you do that?”

“You actually expect for me to try and find a hair on your chest?” I asked her.

She chuckled, knowing full well she didn’t have any chest hairs.

“You could probably find one somewhere,” she told me.

“Yeah, right.”

Say What?

OVERALL, hanging out with Danni for a week wasn’t all that bad. We both had new shooting dates coming up, and she never crowded me during much of my day. Turned out we both liked having our space. As for Judi and the whole idea of celibacy, I definitely didn’t get a chance to practice much of that while Danni was around. I brought the subject up over lunch in Atlanta’s midtown area, and Danni looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Celibacy was out of the question for her, too.