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[Continued from here, for loading and possible smuttiness.]
It dimly occurs to Gwen that they're in a public gathering place, that children could happen by, but she's not sure what to do about that because she's quite certain she'd rather Jack didn't stop. In fact, she's of the mind that she's never been screwed against a wall before but that today doesn't seem a poor day to try it out.
Across the room, the jukebox stops mid-tune and begins blaring that damned annoying Chipmunk's Christmas song, and Gwen's not sure if it's a joke or a warning or a heads up, but she pulls back regardless, taking the Lord's name in vain in an exhalation against Jack's mouth.
It dimly occurs to Gwen that they're in a public gathering place, that children could happen by, but she's not sure what to do about that because she's quite certain she'd rather Jack didn't stop. In fact, she's of the mind that she's never been screwed against a wall before but that today doesn't seem a poor day to try it out.
Across the room, the jukebox stops mid-tune and begins blaring that damned annoying Chipmunk's Christmas song, and Gwen's not sure if it's a joke or a warning or a heads up, but she pulls back regardless, taking the Lord's name in vain in an exhalation against Jack's mouth.