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In the 'Glomming'
"Glom!" she said Huh? I thought ... "Glom onto me - I want to be glommed!" Is that even a word? Well, even if SO, I'm not a glommer ... Or the glomming type Still ... if I applied a bit of sensuality to the interpretation Then ... perhaps ... She was certainly glom-able Was I staring at her? Did she catch my sly 'I'd love to find out what glomming means' look? Uh-oh ... she's smiling ... "You don't talk much, do you?" she giggled, winking I DO, I thought, but mostly with my hands "Then touch me!" she replied What the ...?? I spun to hide my smile ... and surprise How did she hear that? Or was she just guessing? "Oh, I never guess!" she answered my silence Grabbing the front of my jacket with both hands, she slid me toward her Across the slippery snow, smiling like a fox "Did you ... ?" I started ... "Shhhhhhhhhh!" she said, putting a purple fingernail to my lips Then drew my mouth to hers, lips parting Glom, indeed, I thought And psychic, too I'm in deep this time ... oh, hell ... Glom away!
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