InSight

gunshot that took his hearing and the explosion that almost killed him. “You’ll lock the doors and I’ll turn on the siren. Pete said he’d send a patrol car around to keep watch.”
    “I’ll be fine. It’s one night, for heaven’s sake.”
    “Maybe Lucy can keep you company for the night. She can sleep on the daybed.”
    “I think I’d rather be alone. Besides, I have Daisy.”
    Luke rubbed the dog’s neck. “It’s one night. Lucy will be happy you asked.”
    “She sure will. I think you’re being overly protective, but okay. I’ll call her. Don’t set the siren, though. The patrol will be around.”
    “Good. That’s settled.” He pulled into the driveway.
    Inside the house, Abby ran her fingers over his face like a sculptor surveying her work. “I’ll miss you. I’m getting used to having you around.”
    He felt the same way. Her touch turned him on in a way no other woman ever had. He wanted to close his eyes and let the electricity pass through him, but he didn’t want to miss a word she said.
    “Have I ever told you that your touch turns me on?”
    “It’s the way I see you. I feel the expressions on your face like I read Braille. I know by the crease in your brow if you’re frowning, or if your eyes are crinkled and your cheeks are raised I know you’re smiling. I feel your twitches and grimaces. Not like visually seeing the signs, but it’s all I have.”
    Her hands moved down to his chest and her fingers slipped through the opening in his shirt. “When I put my hand here, I feel your heartbeat and know if it’s rapid or slow.”
    “What’s it doing now?” he managed to ask, barely able to follow her words.
    “It’s beating very fast.”
    “That’s because you’re driving me crazy. Jesus, Abby.” He took her in his arms, kissed her hard on the lips, across her cheek, and into her neck behind her ear. His tongue skirted around her ear and into the crevices. He nibbled her lobe. He felt her warm breath on his neck.
    “I know you said something, but I was too busy to watch your lips. Do you want me to finish this?” Abby nodded in a way he couldn’t miss. “Good, because I couldn’t leave now if I wanted to. I’ve got a world-class woody that’d make the drive very painful. I’ll make up the time.”
    She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, caressing her seeing hands over his chest and back. Unfastening the closure of his slacks, she worked them down. Then his boxers while rubbing his already-erect penis. She got down on her knees and sucked him, while kneading his swollen scrotum. Luke felt the vibration of an uninhibited silent moan escape his throat. She drank the hot surge that erupted while he shivered from sheer bliss.
    He got down to meet her, pulling her onto the floor, his hands all over her, his mouth working his way to her opening. His tongue stroked her sex, wet with anticipation, caressing, feeling the contractions. She wrapped her legs around him. He positioned his hands under her buttocks, thrusting her up, licking and sucking and penetrating into her, until her body arched and arched again, stiffened and then relaxed. She clutched his hair and rubbed his head and fondled his ears. He looked up and saw her words.
    “Oh, God.”
    And he felt like King of the Universe.
    * * * * *
    A bby breathed a sigh of relief that Lucy’s arrival coincided with Luke zipping his pants. Any sooner and it would have been a disaster. But then, Abby thought, this was Lucy. Her mother would probably applaud if she knew what went on before she arrived. Luke left in a hurry. Abby wondered if his face was flushed with the afterglow of sex. Was hers?
    “Did I interrupt anything?” Lucy asked.
    “No, we were just saying goodbye.”
    “Uh-huh,” she said with a tinge of sarcasm. “This worked out well. Meyer insisted I take time off from caring for him. I’ll put the dinner I brought to cook in the kitchen. Maybe we can eat on that nice screened porch. There’s a great view of the lake. A WPA project during the thirties. The lake’s not very big, but it’s pretty.”
    “I’d forgotten about the lake. I ran around it a few times. I parked at the Y or the tennis courts and ran the two-or-three mile perimeter. What’s the interior of his house look like, Lucy? Pictures worth a thousand words mean nothing to me. I need the thousand words.”
    “Well, it’s neat, I’ll say that for him. The house itself is a little dated, but most of the ones in this area were