White Pawn
I smiled to myself. Sylvia
was right; I did miss her every much. There were some attempts, but there did
not give me personal pleasures, except per functionary obligations of lust. We
were like teens when we tore our clothes off and then the intense pawing of the
body. It was like exploring the wild frontiers.
I reached over to start the
motions, but it was then the curtains had to come down.
“Sylvia, open up.” It was
Bruno.
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