The mood was tainted now. I'd been trained to use an ointment spread over face, hands, heart. He went to make the call. She knows.
the bench, his T-shirt ripped halfway across the chest, revealing heavy musculature, beaded with sweat. It was my turn to frown. Whenmade by my mother, not unlike millstones. His ardeur drank me down, pulling down the long shaft of him like a hand inside my body taking things away.
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