![]() ![]() ![]() Now he was awake, arranging the mirror and the razor blade and the rolled-up five-dollar bill. The hardwood floor was cool beneath his feet but he barely felt it.Īll his attention was focused on one thing-the ghost of white powder left on his nightstand. Can’t you hear?” He disentangled himself from her arms before sliding his legs over the side of the bed. You know I can.” She hugged him around the shoulders, kissing his neck. He didn’t answer, which in itself was a kind of response. ![]() Is it because I’m getting fat?” She sat next to him, her stomach slightly rounded, her generous breasts full. Īnd his morning erection withered in her hand like a dead flower. Then she wrapped her fingers around him and. ” Her hand slid down his chest to his abdomen. You have time for a shower and breakfast. (It was possible the professor would have accepted death as an excuse as to why his teaching assistant missed class. But Professor Pearson didn’t accept excuses from his teaching assistants, which meant he needed to drag himself to campus. He had a pounding headache and all he wanted to do was sleep. ![]()
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