Tears are rolling down my face. Most people ignore me: a few stare and one older man asks me if I’m all right. Of course I tell him I’m fine and o... course I’m not. Maybe it’s the sounds: the cars bouncing and honking on the uneven streets echoing off the canopy of the El above, crowds of shoppers trying to be heard over the din, and always the great rumble of the rocking trains that seeks to fill every open space. The smells are probably what did it. They’re the same as they were: Pizza, Steel. The subtle shadings could not be achieved by the hands of anyone but a true artist and even then, he doubted that she would have allowed it. No, her hair was her one true possession which made Alex wonder why she wore it so severely restricted. Samantha had just welcomed her boss back to Paris and they were talking, not as friends but business colleagues, their postures formal and Samantha was deferring as needed. It was almost funny to watch. Alex did his best not to laugh or draw attention to. "We've just had great sex," and he ran his fingers lightly across her neck, causing a tremor to ripple through Gail's body. "And we're gonna have more of the same, if you'll give us both a chance."Gail's head jerked up and she stared at the two of them. "Both of us?" Gail felt a queasiness vibrating through her belly. Warren sensed her reaction and strove to placate her. "Yeah, us." He gestured towards Karen. "You live with Karen… you err, just had a couple fingers in her cunt and you kissed. I wont stop. I feel her slap me hard, twice. I throw her to the floor and without guiding myself in I try and turn my fucking back inside out. My hands can almost reach around her whole waist, and if I queeze any tighter, its going to happen. I know she cant breath, I dont want her to. She wants me to not want to. She tries to lock her ankels behind me but her heels are too busy hammering into my back. I hear her voice start to give. I slip her off of me and tell her to turn over. Shes too.
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