Joe told them to pick up the ice from the freezer outside on the way out as Val was picking out a couple of six-packs of diet soda which she plopped onto the counter by the old fashioned cash register. It was overgrown but pretty even in early autumn. What she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. The house was against a hill in back and a sturdy little bridge crossed the stream from the cul-de-sac. It had been a hi testosterone evening and Valentina was completely giving. Part of his mind realized she was young, a teenager. It was sort of salty and slick and definitely unique tasting. In the very faint moonlight Mark looked as if his very life had been sucked out of him. Rather than wrap her arms around Mark, she put her hands on his chest and pushed a little.
