Brad thought for a minute and then slowly shook his head. “Naah, I can’t.”“Why not?”“Because I can’t find a replacement for you, is why not,” he replied. Then he grinned and added, “Incidentally, young lady, your pussy is as sweet as sugar. And you know what?”“What?”“The more you came, the sweeter your syrup was. Kimberley Kramer, you are the sweetest thing on two feet!”“It’s not Kramer, it’s Kane! What are you doing to me?”“Just trying to get you used to your new name,” he replied without further elaboration.“Bradley Kramer, I hate you,” she murmured softly as she was overtaken by sleep.Moments later, Brad was asleep too.Early Saturday morning, the young couple got into Kim’s car for the drive down to the Christians. Because the directions to reach their place were very complex, once they exited the freeway Kim gave Brad the job of navigating. By this time, Brad realized they were about 30 miles southeast of LA, but in the valley, not on the coast. Although it was supposed t
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