The masks, so like me, handsome and polished on one side, tragic and angry on the other. Some laugh and jeer at me while others weep for me. How I lon... for the anonymity and freedom of wearing those same masks at Mardi Gras. They protected me then. But even they cannot be used to hide me from what I have done. The worst of it is the animals. The stuffed animals mock me in their silence. They sit high upon their shelf looking down on me. Once we were the best of friends. We played baseball and. Everything is thick and sweet. The apples are the breasts and the milk and you hunger. You sigh with relief and joy. You are home.*****I hear my alarm going off and want to smash the stupid phone. Last night was late. Again. It’s been like this all week. Each morning June and I wake up and she services my wet pussy. Each night we make out until I get tired of her begging to eat my out. She eats me out, often repeatedly, and I pass out.I have a sex life that is exhausting. It was never like this. And at this moment, Ginny wasn’t at all sure she had solved anything by moving miles and miles away herself—putting distance between herself and the memory of Lenny. She was deep enough in thought going back to her apartment that she forgot about the broken step and almost tripped. Mr. Richards was standing inside his door when she entered the foyer—he always seemed to be there to see her come in even though he didn’t want to talk to her when she did. ‘I almost tripped on the stair again, Mr.. His knees curled up behind mine and his arms went around me, inviting me into his warmth. My pulse raced even as I sank into the comfort he gave me. I’d never felt so peaceful and aroused at the same time. He spent long moments skimming his hand over my body and exploring the back of my neck with his lips. We lay quietly and talked for a while, catching up on what we’d missed in each other’s lives. The conversation became easier the longer we spoke and eventually I began to feel settled. I.