He holds up what he’s made.It’s an oleander flower barely the size of my thumbnail, incredibly detailed and so delicate I can see dew on the petal.... I imagine I can almost smell the sweet perfume. “That’s beautiful,” I breathe, entranced by the intricate carving.“One more thing, then it’ll be ready to chase away all your demons, cher.” He bores a hole in the stem and threads a thin gold chain through it. I don’t ask where he got the chain. He wouldn’t tell me. It’s likely one of his customers. .we suddenly came too close for comfort..her lips close to my nose, I could feel her breath, she was tipsy, I was a bit tipsy too, suddenly I felt blood rushing through my body and my heart beating loud. She was too close too me, her body touching me totally, I closed my eyes didnt move, didnt try to push her or support her. There was no one at home just the two of us. And her lips touched mine, slowly, in a slow kiss, I didnt resist, I opened my mouth too.We were smooching,slowly in the. Thing that made me feel bad for her. Things that made me want to make her feel like a woman. To make a long story short..... she thought he might be gay because of a drunken night she walked in on. This made me want to fuck her like the tequila nights of our early sexcapades. So the night moves on and another one of her alcoholic girlfriends (lets call her drunky) comes over and starts to shotgun beers with her and her husband. I just pound a few beers as the hours wear on cuz in my mind Im. He didn’t want to think what sort of damage had been done that would take so long to heal from, let alone what might never recover. It was incomprehensible, and he was not a man known for gentleness. Strict, yes. A volatile temper, if pushed. But such brutal violence and with out being provoked… ‘And now she cowers outside of your tent, opening it to those that see nothing but rags.’ ‘You saw more.’ ‘Not really… I saw dirty rags and a pair of eyes that didn’t match them.’ ‘It is more then.
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