I learned later that she’d clipped the article with my photo on her refrigerator. Beeg.com She wasn’t slim, but she carried herself well and seemed comfortable in her skin. I wanted more. Simple black slacks, white blouse; elegant and understated. A massage? I squeezed them, slapped them, pulled them. Imagine the excitement of a first night, married with the comfortable intimacy that comes with familiarity and experience. “As a matter of fact,” she added “There’s no daylight between thinking and doing. Or perhaps she didn’t know yet. “I want to give you a massage.”
Silence. We moved like blind dancers, who who could read each other’s bodies like braille.
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