” “Well,” he says as he flops down on the couch. “What? Tell me.” “Well. It kind of tastes like cum.” “I haven’t sucked anyone o...f!” I rub my lips with my finger and sniff it. “I know what it is!” He grabs my hand sniffing it, “What is it?” “Well I had a paper cut and I put some anti bacterial stuff on it. But then I licked it off.” “Oh ok,” He says with a smile. “I wonder what they put in that stuff?” “I’m beat!” I said flopping down on the couch and snuggling into him. “Want me to. “Do you think that she’ll be OK?” I asked.“I do. I’ll talk to her on Tuesday like usual, and I’ll see how she’s doing.”“Maybe I should talk to her during the week, too. I stopped calling her for my own reasons and I think I’m in a place where I can handle it. That’s especially true now that I know she’ll be here about half the time between now and this time next year.”“If you’re OK with doing that, it certainly can’t hurt. But I honestly think she misses the physical closeness more than. The pain and how she handled it made me appreciate and love her that much more."I know I've been obsessive about Liz," Sandy had said to me on the telephone that day. "But put yourself in my place. Let's say you die and remember this life in your next, not in general, but rather in great detail. You love Josh..." You, too," I said interrupting her."I know. I'm using Josh as an example. You love Josh deeply, and guess what? In your next life after the memories arrive during adolescence, you'll. ———————————————– Donald sat in the front row, close against the stage. This modern theatre wasted little space on an orchestra pit, equipped instead with a state of the art sound system. Donald would almost be in the midst of the action when the show started. A small crowd, maybe a dozen men, made up the remaining audience with plenty of room between the distributed seating for their cocktail waitresses to maneuver amongst the patrons. Donald sipped his vodka ‘whatever’ and settled into his.