-sneaks up for a rear pat and a cuddle- Do you think if we are very, very quiet (and I keep the storms to a minimal) that the young man down the hall will suspect anything? Or I can make the storms very loud and perhaps he will not hear anything...
*Jane turned to face him, running her hands up and down his arms. Judging by the look on her face, she was obviously tempted. She put her finger to his lips and nodded.*
We’ll play a game. How quiet can we be?
*She pretty much planned to torture him into being loud.*














