"I never stop," she admitted. "Except maybe in class. But I'm always thinking of you. Like whether you'd like what I'm wearing, and how you look when you think I'm being cute, and how you are with Vladdie, and I'm always picking out little things you'd like when I'm out. And," she added, blushing just faintly but feeling very bold from the vodka, "what you look like between my legs. And what you feel like. And what you look like right before you come. That's for...you know, secret alone time."