"Is she gone?"
Logan let the curtain drop and looked back at the tiny woman in his palm. "Yeah," he answered. "She just drove off. I think she was still laughing. Damn, I never realized just what a cruel, evil bitch she really was! If I'd known, I would've been a lot meaner to her."
Abby grinned up at him with no small measure of satisfaction at that remark. "I was like that, too, you know. At least some of the time."
"Never like that," he told her. "You're different. You might not have liked her, but you wouldn't have laughed in her face like that."
"Maybe not," agreed Abby, "but I sure would've wanted to. I guess it doesn't matter now. Do you think she'll be back?"
"No chance," Logan replied. "She got what she wanted, I think. You were right, Abby. She couldn't resist the chance to lord it over you, could she?"
"I told you!" she exclaimed, slapping his thumb playfully. "Didn't I tell you I knew how she thought? As long as she thinks she won, she'll leave us alone. I'll stake my whole three inches on it!"
Logan chuckled. "That wouldn't leave much of you left," he replied teasingly. "There's hardly enough of you for me now! Oh, and that was a good idea, putting on the dress like that."
"Well, I couldn't very well let her see what we were up to before she showed up, now could I?" she said with a giggle. "I'm just glad you bought me these things yesterday. I couldn't possibly have gotten cleaned up in time."
"Yeah, it is a cute dress," he told her, "but it's far too much clothing, don't you think?"
"Oh, you big bully!" she shouted in mock anger. "It's just like a man to buy something for a girl and then take it away!"
Holding her up, he reached out and took hold of the edge of the long blue outfit. Unable to resist the temptation, he moved his thumb around on her belly, then up underneath her arms, causing her to collapse into a paroxysm of laughter. As he continued to tickle her relentlessly, he used his free hand to work the dress loose, gradually slipping it off until she lay naked in his palm.
Not completely naked, though. A thin, white line traced its way along her slim body, circling her legs and torso. The strip was made of powdered sugar, stuck over the top of a very thin tracing of golden yellow honey.
As she continued to giggle uncontrollably, Logan reached down with his tongue and started to follow the sugary track, beginning with the starting point just below the back of her right knee. Getting the sticky honey off her smooth skin was a challenge, but he was as prepared to meet it as she was to let him try. He meandered upward, wrapping around her back and tight buttocks, then back down her other leg. Near her dainty, quivering foot he reversed course, proceeding up her thigh to trace a little circle around her navel, causing her to squeal and snicker some more. The line continued on, cresting the hills of her breasts, then swept back down her stomach, so he followed it dutifully. Her laughs became something else now as his tongue's travels progressed over and around these new obstacles. At the end, in the midst of the little brown tuft between her legs, a tiny coating of cinnamon awaited him, his reward for a job well done.
Of course, he couldn't allow even the smallest fragment of the sweet-tasting delight to escape him, so he pursed his lips and began to suck each and every morsel into his mouth. His tongue probed and searched, and as it did Abby began to wail in utter ecstasy. He cradled her heaving body gently, letting his thumb gently massage her breasts just below the level of his vision. In response, she pushed against his fingers, her tiny nails digging into his thick skin, and her shouts became more desperate.
As he worked his magic on her, Abby surrendered herself totally to his manipulations, and her reward was an amazing pleasure like nothing she ever experienced before. She'd found was what was missing, she now knew, and that knowledge was the release she needed. Prior to Brooke's escape, Abigail simply would never allow herself to admit that she liked what Logan did to her, but now she knew this was truly what she wanted.
She had no illusions now. She could live out her life here, in the loving hands of Logan, without a care in the world. No more stressful struggles to get through the day--just a giant man to keep and protect her, and with whom she could share intimate experiences unlike those of any other couple anywhere else in the world. Best of all, she knew now that she could leave at any time. The phone was reconnected, so she could call for a rescue whenever she wanted. That was the ultimate truth that Logan had truly changed, as far as she was concerned. He gave her freedom, the sweetest gift of all, and she relished that more than anything, even though for now she chose not to partake of it. Perhaps she would make that call one day, but for now, she was in no hurry.
At length Logan's wriggling tongue finally touched her in the right spot at just the right moment, and she shrieked in total ecstasy, burying her fingernails in the flesh of his thumb as she spasmed in absolute pleasure. He let his tongue caress her a few final times, slurping up the sweaty sheen from her gasping torso, before finally easing her gently into his palm. She lay there, heaving from exhaustion and feeling delightfully warm under the rising sun of his smile.
The best thing, she thought as he kissed her gently on the head, was that Brooke went out of this thinking she won their little war. Nothing could be further from the truth, though. Abigail was the ultimate victor in the end, as far as she was concerned. What would Brooke think, though, if she found out otherwise?
What Brooke thought really didn't matter, Abby admitted at last, and that was the best thing of all.