." Zev and I are as legitimate as we're likely to get." I know. Stupid. Why won't the Chantry let two men marry? No one else gets their knickers in a ...not about it here, why should they?" Could we not discuss this now, while I'm, you know, naked?"I chuckled. "Fine. Look, I just wanted to see how you're doing. We haven't had a chance to talk much lately."He sighed. "You mean, am I okay with you and Alistair and the whole marriage thing." Well, sure, that, but also just in general. With Duncan. Is that good, slut? Now go on, I know what you want. Ram that whole fucking fistful of sentences deep in that fucking inbox. Hear it squelch. Is that good, whore? Go on, ram it in and out like a message-starved box-slut.Now taste it. Is that good, bitch? Like the taste of all your wet stinking fuck-words?==========Subject Line: JUST FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!VioletVixen: Holy fuck, Grusha!You are so fucking filthy. You make me squeal anaphoras like a nasty little syntax pig. You. Sometime she would push my hand down so I would miss, sometime she would move my hand after I had it full on her breast and sometimes she would not move my hand until I had massaged her a couple of times.That summer I went to Florida to visit to my grandmother. While I was there I noticed how her breast were shaped. She was 79 but kept herself in shape. Her breasts were large and round and although gravity had taken its toll she did not sag a lot. I asked her one night if I could touch her and. I’d surprise you with a kiss on your cheek and squeeze your hand as I walked slowly away, letting you day dream as you watch me leave. The note I left in your pocket is a pleasant surprise as well, with an email address and an invitation to meet for drinks after work. My heartbeat races a bit when I see your confirmation in the inbox just minutes after I get back to my office…The bar down the street has never looked better as I enter and see you at the bar with a pair of dirty martinis and a.