A slow stroke teases down Alise's back. The soft brush of a kiss slides along the nape of her neck. Stoney's mental touch lets her know he has heard...
"*Bien sûr nous ferons un don, Chaton. I will let my family know as well." His mind drifts away from hers, only to brush against hers in an intimate caress.
Moments later he is back. "Ob already knows. The girls are more than willing to donate... and of all people, Ike knows a good mechanic who might take a look to make sure it is a sound vehicle." His chuckle turns into an out and out guffaw. "^Mon Dieu! Un diablotin! Her mechanic is a gremlin!"
*Of course we will donate.
^My God! A gremlin!
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