” She stopped laughing and trying to pull away, but she cast her eyes down, embarrassed. “It feels nice” I added, flexing my hand around her aga...n. She moaned, so I did it again, touching her softly. My fingers found the tiny hole at the bottom of her wet little slit. She jumped as I rubbed it, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. I worked it inside her, reveling in the tightness of her body. She wrapped her arms around her chest and shuddered again. When I was able to get my finger. ”[a few days later on the satellite phone]“Have you thought about what I said?”“Hey, don’t be so difficult. I had dinner with an old boyfriend last night. No, I didn’t fuck him but I sure wanted to. We did get each other off like we used to though. You know, those ways you thought were so sexy when we talked about them on our honeymoon. Hey, how are you dealing with our separation?”“Are you sure there isn’t more? One of the guys on the alternative shift has been hitting on me and says there are. He picked it up; it was a writing tablet whence hung a silver stylus. Its wax was almost used up but the letters must have been traced over several times so that, the last time, they were cut into the ivory. He saw but three words written there: MYRTIS LOVES RHODOCLEIA And he asked himself to which of the two women this belonged and whether the other were the loved woman or, indeed, some unknown, abandoned at Ephesos. Then he thought a moment of rejoining the musicians to give back what was,. Matter of fact, many people in town had already gotten into the habit of calling him Nails. The kid’s childhood was not a carefree one, and one of the many reasons he enjoyed hard work so much was that it gave him peace and peace of mind, and quite often some solitude that he badly needed. The nickname was one that he both resented and understood, and often times he wondered what it might mean for him in the future. ‘Chef… are you alright?’ Thevoice repeated. He shook his head, not realizing he.
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