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Then he reached behind and into the fanny pack that she hadn’t noticed before and pulled out a roll of tape. He grabbed the end of the tape in his mouth and unraveled a length of it that he draped across the top of the gator’s head, pressing down on it with his other forearm, and he continued to hold its mouth closed before wrapping the tape around and around until it was taped closed, then he remained sitting on its back while he pulled out his cell phone and called someone. She couldn’t hear what he was saying. She was in a dream. A dream that involved the hottest guy, with the most beautiful body, holding her down on the ground, getting ready to ravage her…and she wasn’t going to put up a fight at all…no siree.
She didn’t even realize that he was looking back at her. Her eyes were glazed over, and her panties were wet. She was melting…and not from the sun this time, but from the heat that was coming off Gator, all the way up from the bank of river to the steps she was standing on now. She’d jumped to her feet as soon as he’d jumped on the alligator’s back. She didn’t know whether to run to help him or run away if it chased her down.
“Oh…My…God. I was so scared,” she said.
“She’s a baby compared to the ones I’m usually asked to remove,” he said.
“A baby?”
“No, not a baby. She’s fully grown, but only forty/fifty pounds more than me,” he said.
She laughed. “And you are?”
“Two-fifty wet,” he said.
If he only knew how wet I am now.Sylvie was forty years old and five foot five. She had lightly freckled fair skin and red hair that fell to her shoulders in loose curls. Her rosy lips were smiling, and it made Gator’s heart warm to see the obviously browbeaten woman looking the way she always should. He felt like wrapping the tape around Mr. Asshole’s mouth so he could never utter another word to her again.I might be wrong, but I think that’s what the fuck’s going on with them. I gotta do something about that. I know how these things end.
She was staring hard at him as he was looking back at her. She had blue eyes, like his, but they looked like they were clouded with sadness. He couldn’t help noticing her hourglass figure. He loved curvy women, and her curves were in all the right places. She didn’t have big breasts…medium. Perfect.
Gator was thirty-two, dark-skinned, with long dark hair and a trimmed beard. He had the most well defined abs she’d ever seen. Like a competition bodybuilder without the steroid swell of the stomach. His muscles looked like they’d been chiseled out of rock, and she could only imagine what that bulge in his wet jeans would look like unleashed.
She couldn’t believe what was going through her mind. It was enough to get her beaten to death if Marvin only knew. She shuddered at that thought.It would never happen if Gator was around to save me.
He was 6'4'' and towered over her when he’d been standing beside her. She thought he looked even taller now that he’d wrestled the gator to the ground.
He was about to say something when the noise coming at them from over the water interrupted him. She looked out to see a boat arriving with a cage on the flat front deck.
“Willa’s ride,” he said.
“Willa?” she said. “You know this animal?”
He burst out in laughter. She was trying to talk between gulps of air. It got her laughing too. Finally with tears rolling down his face, and the gator thrashing its tail from side to side, he said, “I couldn’t call her Wally, could I?”
She was still laughing. “I used to love that show,” she said.
“Really? If you don’t mind me asking, how old…” He stopped.Fuck, that’s rude.
“Forty,” she said. He looked relived. She knew he’d talked without thinking when he’d asked that. “And you?”
“Thirty-two,” he said. “You know…you’re the hottest forty-year-old I’ve ever met.”
“No,” she said.
“No? You know someone hotter than you? Because I sure would like to meet her.” She’d didn’t say a word. He could see she was embarrassed. It actually made her look even hotter, but he didn’t like her to feel that way. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Just telling the truth.”
“No, I’m sorry,” she said.
“What for? Looking too hot?”
“No…just…I don’t know. Sorry.”
Fuck. I wish she’d stop saying sorry.
“Hey, Gator.” He turned to Andre, who was getting off the boat. “This your new girlfriend?”
“Oh, no,” Sylvie said.
Andre hadn’t even been looking at Sylvie. “Sorry, honey, I was talking about this girl here,” he said.
